Left in a thoughtless wonder

Where thinking begins.

There is where a poem begins

That comes to me In evenings end.

I ponder  but a few moments,

Until my mind forms a poem.

Then a thought will develop

And words take shape to begin.

Alas with but a few words

A thought expresses a story.

I linger not with much thought

Before a poem  is born.

From ages past comes the present

And delivers a poem at my door.

A few simple words shapes this poem

Which you read as this poem ends.