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