Flowitry

Words float through the sky
In carefree butterfly path patterns
Till they gather, stopped in the
Gravity well like cauldron of
Our minds where they are turned
Into thoughts and ideas which flow
Out our mouths in a torrent
Or dribble from our pens like
Rain drops across the page
Flooding the general consciousness
With new and profound ways
Of looking at the world until
It breaks up into tiny words again
That float on their way.