writing – Shift Key

Haiku 48.21

I am staring at
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it is not helping

my eyes got heavy
as I closed in on a thought
the two never met

I stared at the page
I stared into space without
a thought in between

the sounds of silence
grew louder than the drone of
a fan and my thoughts

late poems come between
I can’t fall back asleep and
I go back to bed

an early poem comes
before the day and before
that cup of coffee

it was quiet my
eyes closed and when they opened
l’s ran down the page

the day was so full
made dinner cleaned up no time
to write except this

the sauce is cooking
plate my words with onions some
garlic and spices

Music floats downstairs. Loud enough
for me to hear, but not understand.
I sit in the loft at my laptop immersed

in the quiet of writing, that love affair
of words and spaces, syllable by syllable,
dancing on my fingertips from one key

to the next. This is the music my heart
dances to.