I Think about Writing

Fidál (Grace), 1 Rahmat (Mercy), 165 BE – Tuesday, June 24, 2008 about 12:55 PM PDT

I think about writing
when dawn breaks above the eastern mountains
and the rays of morning penetrate my dreams
scattering the clouds concealing
the rainbow colored wings of muse
fluttering through my window.

I think about writing
I pick up my pen and jot down
the images of planets orbiting distant stars.

I think about writing
when I open my prayer book
and intone verses revealed by God's Glory;
I pick up my pen
and I write gratitude's meditations
as the blue scattered light of morning
transforms the new day.

I think about writing
as I sit waiting for a red light
to drop to green
knowing a miracle will occur
and I will remember the line
tip-toeing through my mind.

I think about writing
as I watch the evening sun descend
behind the mountains of tomorrow.

I think about writing
and I sit down at a computer terminal
and make a blog entry.

I think about writing
as I open a box of macaroni and cheese
and contemplate the possibilities
of adding ground turkey
or sliced honey baked ham.

I think about writing
as I put $30 of gas in my tank
knowing that there is no way that amount of gas
will fill my Toyota up.