it often amazes me how I will write something completely..
well.. what seems to me.. to be completely
arbitrary.. only to discover a day or two later
that it is in fact a poem.. It reminds me that sitting down to write..
just to write.. when I may not have anything to say
is a form of acknowledging
that I am
acknowledging that all moments are like any other moments..
just beautiful and mysterious..
and just because the
thud of my
conjuring up dissonant thoughts does not
take away from the mystery in that moment..
and by picking up
a pen and writing
a little tap into that
beautiful gentle world is