Words rushing through fingers
Sifting through images, ideas
Glimmers of thoughts
Captured in fragments
Echoes of their origin
Shadows of their essence
I write what I recall
And drop the bucket down the well
Having done so, I brace for the labor
Of sorting and sifting
To illuminate with some dignity
A message worth listening to
A phrase worth stating
The reward waits
For the one who persistently comes
And tries with resolve to find the words
To build a house of sentence treasures
With rooms of paragraphs;
With worthwhile ideas
And earned thoughts
