Responding to Rumi (Perhaps the First of Many)

pickaxe

Rumi's Pickaxe
rumbles within me
strikes the vein with his
diamond point;
deja vu in fact:
coming to me mere days after
a friend mentioned
she loved this poem, but I
wasn't listening,

A common occurrence
recently:
to stumble upon something
after hearing about it
with one ear, but

No matter; the vein
was pierced and the
lode became visible
as a brilliant wound.

Rumi would approve,
perhaps recommend I begin the
demolition process,
rip up the first floorboard
of my faulty mansion
perhaps beginning
with this
poem.