What poetry is to me

Poetry is
Sifting through a haystack
To find the tiny glint of
A shiny needle
(hidden to all except those
who look hard enough)
And sewing words together
With a burning desire
To make sense of the world,
And my heart
And the adventures we have upon it.

It is a way to say
What cannot be said,
And a way to make beauty
With a needle and thread.