The Instrument

‘The Instrument’

I know not what I write,

for it does not belong to me.

But if my words have power,

let them shake your bones,

heave your heart from your chest.

Let them rearrange your pieces

into something more holy.

They do not belong to me.

The magnitude of galaxies,

the story of everything,

the soul of love,

simply moves through,

takes up residence on the page.

My little words are not mine.

They are wild

and free.

But sometimes

they choose me.

Art by Joey Mackin @joemackin.