All day long...

Often, I write all day long with white ink on white paper,

late into the night, until it is all I can do to feel the letters

curving to earth from the tip of the pen & then, I fall asleep.

Dreaming of running, or maybe driving in a car the color of water

& I wake the next day remembering nothing & I gather the stack of

paper & a pen of black on the desk in front of me & the words begin to

dance over the page like long legged insects across a still lake

& the words in white whisper behind & underneath the new day.

If there is any secret to this life I live, this is it: the

sound of what cannot be seen sings within everything that can.

& there is nothing more to it than that.

- Storypeople -

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