I fear the fading of words
And the diminishing of my light.
This writing journey of stops and starts.
There was a bright flare in the beginning –
Now I face the slow hard climb back,
Which is almost slipping.
What do I hold onto?
Thoughts dissolve into ether—
Of the mind, the soul, the web.
The contrariness of my writing spirit
Is partly to blame.
It crowds my mind with longings and ideas
Exactly when I have lots of other work.
Now that I’ve cleared space for it to blossom,
It’s off, cavorting with the fairies!
And so between me and my words
Me and my unwritten, massing, relentless stories—
Of years and aeons
And that one spark…