from pages that had just been filled.
There were the phone calls and the cheering
from everywhere – I kept receiving
from every field and every guild…
For long I’ve scribbled no paper
(Enough of ink: the words don’t flow!).
Shall I fly up? Get drunk? Eat pepper?
Nor inspiration, neither temper;
the stomach, stuffed, feels empty, though.
With just one question, lost and lonely,
I’m sneaking up on my own hand:
“Is there really one way only
to write with fire, highly, boldly
while hanging on
by the Fate’s
thread?..
12-14.07, 2010