Mental Hiatus

Writing again
It’s been a while.
Maybe two years
Maybe more.
Feels like more.

Like chipping at the rust
From an old faucet.
Squeaks and groans
Work the handle back and forth
And then the water, brown at first, filthy at first
But clear and sweet afterwards

Nothing too hard at first
Nothing too deep.
It’s been hard and deep
For two years
Too hard and too deep
For paper.

Keep it light, Make it flow
Don’t force the memories
They’re there, waiting to surface
Waiting for the right moment
To spill across the paper
Flood the page

Watch as the words
Uproot trees and take out bridges,
Destroy barriers and sweep away lives
Old lives.

Watch as they rush into
Collide with and break upon
The sea, the soul

Watch as they come full cycle
Back to the source, the beginning
New beginning – New life.



Bill – Nov 24th 2005