Connective Tissue

A Poem by AllenS

Just write!

Sitting in this morning sanctuary
Volumes paper the walls that surround me
My eyes graze fields sown by others.

Suddenly, I am struck ...
I have neglected my own wisdom
In leu of others pearls.

I pick up a ballpoint harvested from some teller window
Ideas begin emerging crusted surface
I write them down,
Nonsensical at first, they begin to connect
Like senews in the Valley of Dry Bones