Talking to Writer's Block
Here. I sit in my place
Resisting the urge to run
Forging my roots again.
It is April. I write on.
From the obscure rises
Crystal forms of conscious
In my confusion I lean into
You and am sure in my silence.
Sure in my confusion. Sure in my
Faithless readiness to write me off
In the process of this writing where
Yes drops in like an angel. Malgre toute.
This here, my place, the pause
Between two works, between elation’s
Moment of birth. Gestation, hibernation,
Wait swings in like gravity’s comfort.
Authors all in books and words in
Mind and those that color dreams
In days and nights whisper:
Go on, go on, go on!
(With more than a wink and a nod to Anne Sexton)
3/30 april 30/30 challenge