One writer to another,
carries a secret bond
that tickles within.

Its that experience
of a pull in dead of night
causing dam to open
as feet ground
to walk with poised pen.
That pulls
when overpowering pain
in mind must be expelled.

One writer to another has
a treasure chest of words
that call at any given time.
They mount to gift world and self.
They mount as this writer whispers gratitude.