I press my hand flat
on this blank page
And feel words pulsing
in the paper
They cling to my fingertips
Like children looking for attention
And I know when they move
To life like seeds busting open
to let go their eager shoots
Like newborns racing to the *****
Like currents racing into every crack
carrying mud and milk
and love's blue skies --
For a moment they will hold
dominion over any prayer or soliloquy
And I can say well done before I go --
Nov 18, 2019
Nov 18, 2019 at 8:20 AM UTC
I press my hand flat
on this blank page
And feel words pulsing
in the paper
They cling to my fingertips
Like children looking for attention
And I know when they move
To life like seeds busting open
to let go their eager shoots
Like newborns racing to the *****
Like currents racing into every crack
carrying mud and milk
and love's blue skies --
For a moment they will hold
dominion over any prayer or soliloquy
And I can say well done before I go --
Ah, the many faces of inspiration. . . .