Sitting here dreaming of words
Unspoken. Invisible. Elusive.
Yet to be imagined or written down.
My desire for them now intrusive
Been a while since that occurred.
Reminiscing about how they used to flow
So steadily. Freely. At will.
How they once made me feel
When I sat down long enough to be still.
Where did all that water go?
Searching for them now; chasing after them
Hard. Hungry. Determined to prove.
Willing each new word into existence
While the finish line comes into view.
Words start to come. I find a new rhythm.










