hand
what you writing?

mind asked

hand kept busy
the body language
if I stop the window remains
empty

distracted mind let hand
scribble away

hand intuitively knew
to keep moving
even if mind hadn't caught up
something could very well take shape

eye watched
saw the scribble like waste
but afraid
to discourage hand

finally
tired hand begged
please eye
& mind
push combined weight behind
or
else
I
might
just
stop

hand then wrote with fingers flying:

'the poet's eye peers behind the flattened scene
and creates the world from
what is, what was, and what will be'

mind, eye & hand hugged it out
gave kudos to hand
then poked it to get busy again





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