Wonder and Scribe

While writing under the dim light in early morning or late at night, let us look for poems at the tips of our stinging fingers worn of typing, working, beating against our cheeks warm and slippery, worrying over something, someone, over words.

Let us search for the shapes of poems in the piles of unopened mail. Listen for letter sounds, low decibels, rhythm sway and shift. Let us be vulnerable with our tongue, our subjects, our soft bending of the day. Let us pay attention to the letter crumbs and dust piled in the corner beneath bills, Sunday’s paper, or the dozen books we build as word castle in the corner.

Let us sit with those words full in our belts, cool in our pockets. Let us listen look wipe the backs of our fingers along line breaks, push those words along metered plank, watch them rise and fall as tempered waves. Let us wonder—write down every sparkle in sight.

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