As the man said,
I didn’t get it then.

I was driving in my car.
A song came on the radio.
That was when I knew,
I wanted to tell his story.

It’s the same story we all hear.

It said:

Your whole life waited,
moment to moment,
seeing things you don’t see,
hearing things you don’t hear,
thinking things you don’t think,
dreaming things you can’t dream.

There are no nouns.
The world is verbs.

If only we could speak that way,
then feelings and thoughts
would float through our minds,
guided like a drunken pool cue.

From Michael Anthony Adams, Jr.’s collection of poetry The Tree Outside My Window.