In days of dynamic
touch, swipe, and record,
all quick-click touches,
I often frame my writing-time
moments with the old-fashioned.
Give me paper, a favorite pencil or pen,
uninterrupted time to gather inspiration.
Place me in a comfortable location,
preferably near light, naturally so, is best,
by an open-blind window is a good place
where diamond-scattered sunbeams fall
in sparkling slants on the floor near my feet.
Place me cozily-couched near a table lamp’s glow
which highlights the gold brimming in my cup.
I listen for familiar sketching of ABCs on paper
as a million inspirational ideas mix and collide.
I listen for the loudest bird outside. I notice
the singing and pausing, then singing again.
This bird and I share this day—
sorting (connecting with day’s newest time),
doing (his singing and my writing),
pausing, then repeating. And again.
As time passes, the bird’s song is louder,
the pause lengthens then shortens.
I hear sketching from my pen on paper.
I feel the pause, shorter, then longer.
Then words and phrases appear on the page.
I hear it again – delivery of song from the bird
and delivery of the bird’s pause. All I can do is smile.
Nothing. Nothing in the moment is offset.
Nothing is absurd.