A to Z

You know the letters A to Z,

Though somehow got entangled inbetween.

While sorting through the words you’d seen.

Still, the poem came to be.

Some of those lines were written yesterday,

They have a thousand meanings, anyway.

You hold them close, to learn their shades.

The smoothest sounds; the sharpest blades.

You were treading water,

In mid-stream.

Thinking the world was not the place it seemed.

Yet you find you’re free,

To be the things you need to see.

© Jane Thomas