Without Thinking Poem by maria goodison

I am without thinking more than you know.
I am the pillow that your head will sleep upon
the tear that rolls down your unforgiving cheek.
I am the calm before the storm
the anger that make you dig down deep.

I am without thinking more than you know,
I am the river that will always flow,
I am the dream that you dare not speak.
I am the reason for your love,
the childs hug and the knock on the door.
that tent that a homless person will use
the light that make dawn so inviting.
I am without thinking
and all that I am can be found in your hands.

I am the need to make you feel better,
I am the pain to lets you know your alive.
I am the old and new reborn
I am all and all that I see though everything is me.
I am the thought for all your gods
the passion and posing for all your deities.

I am the wolf that eats your sheep
I am the grass beneath your feet.
I am the cartaker who has all the keys,
I am without thinking all that you need.
I am the star that lovers kiss under
the sun that warms your back
the ice in your beer and the plaster you fear.
I am the boogie man under the bed
I am the flower that smell so sweet
the forgotten dream
the wisper in your ear.