I settled down,

though briefly and had

a think,

like when water becomes

ambient, not warm or cold;

placid while reshaping an



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.


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