Bridget Bourgoin

Like an ocean’s wave                    
A figure on paper                        
Painted on a canvas.
The things                             
That make up this very poem
The things                                                         
Of which we speak.                                
The things that are everywhere you look
                             They dance,
Like falling leaves,    
          Like the earth revolving,          
         Around the sun
Flying across the paper.
Bridget Bourgoin