Leaning over a notebook
That’s how I’ve known myself for a lifetime.
Who are you when no one sees you?
A child who is painstakingly working
One by one about people
And life
Smiling alone at the stories
that come to life
First in the head
And then on the notebook.
Or was it backwards?
Everything is backwards!
Maybe the notebook is painstakingly working
On me
And puts in my head
The written words
And brings to my life
The people in the stories
And if I stop now?
Most likely a gentle wind
Has closed the notebook.
To force you to live!
