New Poem: Poetry, Today

Today, perhaps, out of the air
words will fix and form
crystallised droplets
from the swirling currents
of the lexicon above.

And today, perhaps, from the rivers within
that wash past couplets
in spinning eddies, slow sheets
of solid forms will edge their way
across finger-thin connections.

Today, stamping in hoar frost,
perhaps all that flows
will cool and set;
fluids, for a short, clear moment, icicled;
perhaps, in other words,
today will be poetry.

(c) KB 2013