Morning mosaic

I admire people who work on their writing. I don't. I place words in an order which seems right. Then I leave it. I am concerned about worrying something to death. So I don't. I figure tomorrow's mosaic, or collage will be different.

I approach writing

Like a morning mosaic

The words are colored glass

Maybe a rock

From the backyard

Maybe a leaf

From the redbud

Maybe more like a collage,

One picture among many.

I have no idea

Which ones are good

In anyone’s eyes.

I write in the morning,

A morning mosaic,

Write down the words

That come

Put them in place,

Leave them be.

Tomorrow will bring

Something else

Another mosaic

Another collage

Different colors or maybe

Another in a series.

I never know

What comes next.