I push words from heart center 
in the direction of my fingertips.
Occasionally, they detour, exiting
between teeth and lips. This typically
leads to near misses and accidents

with others. However, should they stay
on route, mapping their way through tendon
and muscle, blood and bone, they arrive
late as usual. Skidding onto the page.

Appearing nothing like their original
design. Yet I am always surprised
and happy to see they survived the trip.