— Lesa Medley

As I sit here this blustery Sunday morning
there is a sea of words before me,
random words…
jet black letters swimming
and swirling on bright white paper.
I am seeking something
so I reach in with both hands,
hoping to grasp at least a spark
of inspiration…
even just a loose thread
that I can grab onto and
use to weave together
thoughts and feelings,
maybe add a little color
here and there,
some texture and flavor
for surprise…
to create a tapestry
out of what was once
just a churning sea
of random words.