The Mind’s Monsoon

In a world of strangers

Where we haven’t ever met

I bow to your greatness

Am I lucky enough to get wet

For when creative thunder

Hits so close to home

Be it a painting, a story, or photo

Even an infinitesimal poem

Then genuine arms of greatness

Surround with a certain lure

Creative genius, one brushing another

We can and are secure

Each sees the world with special eyes

That choose to share our hearts

Creating global connections

Glue that never comes apart

Sara Arizona