What the Writer Needs
Silence.
At least, relative silence,
free from another's choice in, say, music.
Peace.
How to achieve that?
I'll breathe into a blank mind,
wrap my worries in gold leaf
and set them outside on a high ledge,
to be retrieved later.
So: peace and silence.
Water.
I'll create a river in my mind,
an ocean in my breath.
In the space behind my eyes
lies a still lake with mist rising.
What else?
A smooth-writing pen and a clipboard
Holding cheap yellow paper.
A bird or two would be helpful.
Crows in the white pine behind my neighbour's house,
or a hawk banking against the wind,
seeking his squirrel lunch.
If I do the work of gathering all these elements
in one place, at one time,
will my Muse join the party?
That's not up to me.
I'll have to wait and see.
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