(Inspired by Pablo Neruda’s sentence, “I write the first faint line…” prompt)
I write the first faint line…
In sand, in water, in dust,
But more often,
In the clouds,
Along the mile markers,
While I am driving along.
It’s then I have my best thoughts –
When I can’t stop and write them down.
The ideas sneak up behind me,
Attack metaphors,
That pounce upon me
While I am in the shower,
Again, no pen near by,
No paper on which to write.
I used to mourn each lost gem.
Nowadays I tell myself
I am just a good sportswoman
Practicing “catch and release” –
The ideas will come back to me someday,
When I have my waders on,
My line is taut,
My hook is sharp,
My net is ready,
And the thoughts are
Much bigger and better…
© Kerry Vincent
Tags: fish, inspiration, loss, poem, write
