Wednesday, March 19, 2014

I write

This is finally a change I have awaited.  As is often the case with such things, I didn't know I was waiting for this particular change until it arrived.  But here it is.  Right in the middle of dizzying weather changes and learning to live with good brain/bad brain days.  Again I write.  And again I consider playing guitar again.

I write
More reflections on waiting
More reflections on watching
More reflections on paying attention
To the things I have missed
For months
Maybe even years.
I write again.
The days beg me
To write.
So I do.
The spring rain arrives
In the chill.
The seasons turn.
I turn.
I write because
The days simply beg me
To write.
So I do.