Herding Mischief

A long penniless weekend

overdrawn

and

overcharged

so the time will be spent

carefully

on care filling

things

I watch the day spread

a buffet of sights

at my kitchen

window

cool grey with only the slightest hint

of blue sky

the first church

chimes

nine

the wind wiggles

tree tops

and makes its way

in around

 the wooden sill

a decade has passed

the same street

the bridge

the bay

and

all who pass below

Ms. Wolfe would approve

I have a room of my own

space to herd words

like shy cats

avoiding the pen

somewhere lost

between the tiny

 synaptic spaces

and

kinetic scrawl

of a cramped hand.

I have to call them out

gently

slowly

without direction or insistence

just allowing them

to peek around 

the shadowed stone wall

tender footed in the field beyond

it is best if I let it happen

there will always be time for rigorous

discipline and routine

now is the time 

for kind reassurance

and loving embraces

safe spaces

to be seen

heard

and the touch

of form

nothing forced

the whispers and purr

the warmth of a sunbeam

through silk sheers

the well worn

sand on an open shore

a field beyond

the forrest

within a ring of stones

glowing 

dancing

flickering

flame

but it is me

who heeds the call

to come out

to come through

it is the words

that are calling

me

OctPoWriMo 2018  Day 28