Poetry,
when read aloud,
is soundless as it seeps through
skin to soul
burrowing deep beneath what
is already there to welcome
it home.
It is mother, well loved;
father and innocence;
teacher.
Lover.
It is a new,
treasured old friend,
leading, for the first time,
to some familiar place
where there is rest
and nourishment
and friends
and wisdom
and solitude.