and there are words

and there are words
that strive to reach
somewhere,
stopping and looking around
for a way,
like those furtive eyes
of a cat perked up
on its perch;
and there are words
like those free giveaways
at shopping counters,
more of the same
you may not need,
and there are words
like a coat of varnish
on those deep grains
of seasoned wood,
covering up the wild scent;
and there are words
that flow effortlessly
even as a tiny trickle
of rain water
along the mud,
wetting our toes,
and connecting us,
wherever we stand,