A writer has days
more often than not
when brilliance of insight
ain’t what it ought.
Mental chairs in neat rows
for ideas to be seated
but this is what happens:
nothing, repeated.
Thanks yet again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
The humble skull
cannot contain
energies of
the creative brain.
Crowds of ideas
push and shout
and sometimes just
explode right out.
Thanks again to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives
and to the energetic head of Emily Berg Baine.
Herein lies the tale
of Little Boat and Big Tree:
the tree is my latest idea
the little boat is me.
Again, thanks to the S.W. Berg Photo Archives.
