first step, to take up the pen,
ponder it,
as instrument—
a piece of paper then,
as white and infinite
as the light—
first step, to take up the pen,
ponder it,
as instrument—
a piece of paper then,
as white and infinite
as the light—
As for the darkness of eternity
a little light by your bed
might do as the wind
flings itself against your wall
weathering all away
tired of waiting he writes
while there’s timeand the white space
to trace the light’s line
from place to place
from all the corners of his mindfind
the dust of all that’s gathered there