‘Oh, I wish I could write,’ you say
Did you know words wait for you?
At the back of a cluttered drawer,
On a far shore,
High on a mountain crevice
Or while you slice through an ocean wave
Words wait for you
They love the experience
They love the full-bodied emotion
The exhilaration, the pain,
The grief, the joy
Words love it all
I imagine them all hanging out together
You go first. No, you go!
An internal tussle over who will
Whisper from the lips
Who will drop from the pen first?
An explosion of light, wonder and awe
Into the ether or onto the page.
Words wait for you.