A Writing Life

A Writing Life

"They say of vision that it is a deliberate gift, the revelation of a dancer who for my eyes only flings away her seven veils." - Annie Dilliard

I find I’m writing all the time.

With pen and pad and ink, a rhyme

Or two a week, and that’s at most.

But writing, (as a whole,)I’d boast

I’m writing almost every hour

Throughout the day:

                                  In morning showers,

When fingered strands of steam come curling

Up and around the plastic curtain,

Or when I sit to slightly singed

Wheat toast with peanut butter, and begin

To wander down the aimless road

Of breakfast-table thoughts.

                                                I’ll go

To work or to a bar with friends

And find the writing never ends,

The process never stops.

                                        For part

Of the work of writing is living: the art

Of noticing, the art of seeing,

And then of deftly transferring

These life experiences to ink.

So living is writing... or so I've come to think.