Back in 2001, I attended a Creativity Camp in Taos, New Mexico. One of the exercises we did called for writing a poem from existing lines with some blanks and then a fixed list of words to fill them in. We had a time limit. The idea was to play with words and stretch them. I just found my poem in a batch of paper I was sorting through:

Serendipity that I sit here in the moonlight?
That I wander, my poignant soul a pool of laughter
The Universe is calling
It smells good, like fresh moonrise or a busy garden
I lunge, my heart elevated beyond a giraffe.

Makes me smile.