Shimmering
Sometimes
you must just park on your page
Sit in
your own yard and check your status
Cool your
jets – curtail all spewing
Let the
thunder in your gut rest
Before the ligtning flashes
Before
you write a ride that cannot be unwritten
Sometimes you must just park on your own page
Sit in your own yard
Check your status, sop up the spill, curb all thought of spewing
Let that thunder fade away in small sashayed steps - cooling those proverbial jets
until...
Once again
You are at peace
Shimmering....
