Thursday, January 01, 2015

You may as well write

The world is not waiting
for you to write a poem
so write, don’t write.

The world makes itself
every day
relentless with its energy
for renewal
it asks nothing of you
but you give it anyway
the labour of daily life
walking the world away from
and towards the sun.

What are you grateful for?
you ask your daughters
as you lay them down to sleep.
They are grateful 
that you took the time to ask.

The world is not waiting 
for you to write a poem.
Write. Don't write. 
You may as well write.