Response to "Collecting Poems"

 Love,

 I was dancing alone in my head

spinning, twirling and dipping so low

touched my feet, kissed the floor 

when your note lifted me from this quiet.

 

I cleared my desk to write you-

set aside my solitude,

ignored my debts, dismissed my allowances.

 

Made room for what we might conjure- 

stori-poems passed between us,

 sips of Rumi mixed with island salt.

 

washing jasmine scented rice 

second cloudy rinse

is now a good time to write?