3/6/22
I’d like to whisper to you sweetly
that you’ll have
moments of creating,
moments of consuming.
Moments in which the artistry of others
picks you up off your feet,
dusts you off,
sets you back on your own path.
You’ll have moments
where your momentum
is in your swinging arms,
when you have tunnel vision,
when the words of others
have little to do
with what spews out of your mouth,
with what overflows
out of your heart.
Praying for momentum,
praying to be set back on my own path.
I’d like to know,
like to hear exactly what is spewing out of my own mouth
without it hovering hesitantly
in my cavernous heart first.
May I overflow overflow.
Lightly,
Leah