I have never had this much silence between projects, between the compulsion that often fuels my writing, so now, as I put pen to paper again, it all feels so brand new. It’s as if I am watching a barren field suddenly sprout, then grow, then blossom.

Poem a Day #24

My writing brain
is waking up
like Rip Van Wrinkle after a too long slumber.

I am surrounded by everything
and nothing that I know
beginner’s mind
beginning again.

Susan Taylor Brown.
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