Day: February 28, 2018

Walking down the hall–
My least favorite person
Who I try to avoid talking to
Has just made eye contact with me
And is giving me the
I-want-a-word-with-you gesture
I pretend to not notice
And turn to open the door
To someone else’s office
Of course it’s locked
I have no where to go

Not sure what else to do
But instead of sitting still
And letting things stew
Someone told me I could write

And when I made my debut
So that everyone knew
The sound of my voice
As determined by word choice

I gave what was said
From way back then
Because the past was worth recalling
As the present was evolving into my future

This blog now involves words of recency
Continued proof of my legitimacy
As a wordsmith still on a journey
Crafting prose and poesy until I’m dead on a gurney

I am grateful that you decided to travel with
The likes of me who likes to play with emotion
As it is evoked through words like a squid
Changing colors to stun predator and prey alike in the ocean

There is much more for me to learn
Of the ways that concern
Creative expression that can deafen
Loud lives meaninglessly distracted–

So if you seek quiet respite in words
That are reflective and well-deserved
Knowing what you are reading
Comes from somewhere vaguely familiar
Please stay the course with me
As I negotiate the path that is humanity