I settled down,
though briefly and had
a think,
like when water becomes
ambient, not warm or cold;
placid while reshaping an
outcome.
It was a must, a brush with
orderliness, creating the back
end before leading the pen
to water.
It became a flower moment,
an opening as if sun touched,
bringing up the curtain,
reducing the haze of disturbance,
holding the thoughts back
so the first word could lead
to verse and then story.
Roger Singer 