At once I become

An archeologist, unearthing shards of ideas and words
Sanding them off and putting them in my satchel

A squirrel, scurrying around and chewing on fallen nuts of language
Hiding them for later

A gourmand, a big rotund gourmand
Feasting on words and rhymes and ideas
Bring me more, put it on my plate
Nom nom nom

A small girl, sitting outside, under a tree
Dreaming, imagining
Transported to a new world covered in frost
All is white and sparkles
There is a crack above
A branch drops its soft words
floating down
They had been waiting for her to wander by

An artist, a poet, a lover, a minstrel, a bard
A bear, a coyote, a fox, a snake
A river, a wave
a whisper

My feet are raw but ready
My heart is rare and open
My mind is on fire with words