Looking Within to Look Beyond

I have been thinking about the creative process as looking within in order to look beyond. Here's a poem about that.

Night on the Deck

I spend it silently churning,

sweeping the dark around me,

baring myself to the inexpressible

that is hovering nearby as
the stars are dying and becoming.
I stay for hours wrapped outside

of myself, until I hear a single cricket

and then less then a cricket, and then

I listen in on the infinite smallness

where the poem not written by me

finally begins its clear, fragile song.