Write, Write, Write

Write, write, write.

Jump up, dance across the rug, legs wild, arms akimbo,

try to stay nimble, 125 pulls on the rowing machine,

takes too long, but I got to stay strong,

park my glutei maximi, flexed and exercised,

back in my writing chair,

write, write, write,

jump up and dance wild, fall down for ten fast pushups,

back to the writing chair.

Serious work calls me there.

Write, write, write. One essay. 21 pushups, three minutes dancing, one short poem, finish this short story, one two, bend to my foot, three four out the door, dance on the deck, five six, neighbors might think I’m crazy, but what the heck, I need this sunshine like drinking water. Powers my brain, but what the heck, I need this dance, this brief chance to keep my blood moving like creative motion of my mind. Creation in my blood, in rhythmic motion, beating heart, pick up my guitar. I know my songs are different, jar your ear and what you hear is new to you and new to me. What does different mean?

Write write write, jump up and dance, last chance, sun sinks west, flaming stone falling home, sinks, a turning wheel beneath this spinning earth, dancing earth, creative earth, last chance for the wild dance. Create epiphany for me, for you.

Dusk.

Dark.

Silence.