In a garden of words
they cultivate gardenias
 

In fruit orchards
they pick cherries
The majestic sequoia
is their tree

They walk with the lion
and nurture the lamb

They swim with the dolphin
and unendingly fly
with the albatros
 

more, much more
are the poets

they built secret passages
in the tower of Babel
they study the silences
between words
and construct
webs of subliminal meaning
with rhythms
and sounds not heard.

holding their breath
for fear of flying off into space,
they sing
the neverending song
that holds the world up.

For are not all men
poets at heart?