scaffolding above chasms of ignorance

the generative spirits within

I sit down by the creek,

paper and pen ready,

to see what might come

to reveal itself upon the page,

I usually don’t know, upfront, in my brain,

what the generative spirits within me have been working on,

those parts of myself apprentice

 to the me who is driven to understand,

to question, and then to seek answers,

answers which might scaffold 

across the chasms of my ignorance,

to reach high and sure enough

so that light can reveal

some of what the darkness can hide.

by Henry H. Walker

June 27, ’16