be-calming
my visions are low key
like background noise
or what’s happening
outside the circle of my focus
those whispers
turned into the angles of Picasso's
blue and white
lightning
long after the thunder
holding my finger
too long on the key
typing my name
when I meant to call out
to a bird flying by
before the interruption
I name: here
the flick of dust
on the page
before it blows away
Sometimes I too feel like I must capture an idea on paper before it disappears, Pete. I like the message here.
Les