Creation's Initial Cry Revisited

A window,
chair,
table,
paper and pen notes,

to keyboard and monitor.

Exhausted eyes open.

Light passes through
revealing imagination's kingdom,
where innocence of vision
constructs reality's alternate states.

Instinct rejoices
inviting fearless abandon.

Abolition of doubt
becomes trust's reward.

A sudden breeze
makes restless the paper,
arresting pen's attention,
beckoning ideas to flow.

Eyes gather more light
urging ink's furrowed lines and space
across waiting landscape.

Tilled grounding embraces syllabic seeds eager to grow,
anticipating harvest to nourish other imaginings
where the most arid of minds will moisten,
provide conception and development
perpetuate linguistic fertility.

For…

Only destiny knows of full term,
as gestation differs from mode to mode,
yet writers never miss birth's rewarding moment.

Creation's initial cry.

One's first draft.