why do I write at all ?
why do I heed that call ?
to prove something to you and me ?
that I have something meaningful to say
? why put this moment into a cage of words ?
I could be releasing these wonderful birds !
Why not enjoy the unknown ride
and float happily with the tide!
so why then put words on a shelf?
to embalm myself ?
to calm myself ?
maybe it’s that ?
I bet !
Oh well – on to the next poem…
I’m blown to a windy beach
with waves and foam