Perched
on the small black chair
itching to write
time to scratch that itch
Dozens of notebooks
waiting
Take a pencil……
Begin
Water and Weed a garden of words
keeping pencil on paper
No process-
Free to find my own way
Writing one word
than another
and another
Feasting on words
savoring the language
Ideas pop and crackle through the air
dancing giddily
before settling onto the page
Frantically scribbling
shaping the text
surrounded by words
Creating,
Soul dancing,
I write