The writing

a prelude to a performance.

We’re all seeking something
and
generally speaking
I find it in the written word,
the adjective
the verb
the way the lines all line up
perfectly
(or mostly)

beads of sweat,
beget
trains of thought
I’ve often thought
but
thinking never got things done

I take a hiatus and with nib on papyrus
scratch out in ancient Egyptian
a letter to Miriam in
Hitchin
Hertfordshire.

Do I put a kiss at the end?
is Miriam
a special friend?

We’re all seeking some secret
which we already have
and haven’t yet found.

© 2017, John Smallshaw.