6 – The Writer at Dusk

The characters –
a time traveling
old soul mystic type
and a limping drug smuggler
with a green thumb
and a big heart –
stand in a kitchen
at daybreak
drinking coffee
while I sit beneath
the layers of the day,
heavy and bearing down
on me, here
(with barely a moment to spare
for characters in books or otherwise)
dreaming of morning rituals:
the dim light and incense
the guru’s chant (or silence)
water transformed
to magical infusion,
and fresh, fresh words on a page.

POEM ©2018, Jen Payne. National Poetry Month 2018, #6. If you like this poem, then check out the book EVIDENCE OF FLOSSING: WHAT WE LEAVE BEHIND today! CLICK HERE

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