When It Finds Us Poem by Ena Nin

When It Finds Us

Most nights begin the hunt
for some lows and highs
We open up the gate
of stampeding characters,
vanishing vowels and consonants
in our seldom-worded dreams
Clicking and tapping ideas,
rapid colorful images
painted in our minds,
we snap and pursue
again and again,
until almost gone

Chase!
And so we chase
the gentlest and the wildest
to end their quiet witchery
When it is done,
poetry finds us.