Wordsmith (IP)

I come with tracts of words
in verses, gobbets, screeds
and locked diaries.
I come over the skyline,
saddlebags bulky with books
and transcribed dreams.
I come from tomorrow
with hopes, beliefs and
all your yesterdays.
I come with your own names
in papers, pamphlets,sheets
and death certificates.
I come with no vain hope
of welcome, greeting, joy
at my lone arrival.

But still I come.