a creative willing
an idea starts to shape itself,
somewhere within me
threads of thought weave towards a whole,
as I sit down and put pen to paper,
the shape within starts to form itself on the page,
I am a partner to a weaving
that seems to know itself already,
a form wills itself into being,
through my fingers,
in service to the creative willing.
by Henry H. Walker
December 16, ‘20
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