Tonight, my good intentions of homework were thwarted by a line that’s been stuck in my head ever since it planted itself firmly into the sodden turf at work yesterday. it was not moving and told me placidly that it was here to stay until i reckoned with what it had to tell me.
After reading a short email from my cousine, I let it speak into the silence of my self-produced cocoon. And it kept speaking in increasing octaves until the beginnings of a poem had filled the white void of before. I love these moments when I can be still or as my friend Myrna said “just be”, erasing white noise smearing on white walls, letting the color infiltrate the canvas of night.
Hallelujah for them.
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