Sitting in the midst of a gathering group of words, struggling to look through the window of their many faces all waiting the arrival of the man of the hour. With pen in hand he pulls the invisible cord which unveils the inspiration for his latest writerly piece.
as the curtain rises
on a play he has not seen before
the anticipation is to be enjoyed
waiting for each line to unravel
akin to stepping on the elevator
not knowing what to expect on reaching the top
this is where the wheels begin to turn
or perhaps come off the wagon
this will only happen though
if doubt is allowed to enter the cave of words.
(c)Chris Black 2016