ode to e e cummings

Untitled | Maria Sokolowski | Painting

ode to e e cummings by Daviana Marcus

i like the way your words fall (all) over

the page, and make me run up a maze (the black lines

never contained you, but look! i can

jump them too)

following your tantalizing truths through layers of lines,

making me chase my brain’s tail (and my friend’s, too,)

to struggle to make sense of your puzzle-piece untucked

ends, to find they’ve fallen off, and i must return again to

toboggan into know once more,

all to find the gemstone in the middle,

the asymmetrical fountain of

unlikely truths i would happily drown in

to endure it all again:

for along the way i feel you (and me) stronger than the raindrops,

and i find the method in your madness to discover

my own beating heart, again and again,