How does a poem begin?
A moment of electricity. A need I can’t explain. A chord I keep hearing, struck deep within me. A question I can’t answer. A question I can’t ask. An answer to a question I haven’t begun to ask. A necessity. A lightning storm in the body. A lightning storm in the soul. A moment in which I believe in the body and the soul. A moment of total understanding I can’t seem to understand in any other language, any other way.