THE WRITER

You have presented

Your demands to

Me, but I must

Write, must now not

Attend to you. Please

Go away and for just

This little while amuse

Yourself till

The writing is

Stilled.

No, you can’t be

Sent away today?

(I realize this will not do.)

Do not expect all

Of me to come with you.

A small bit will still

Hang back

To rework

The puzzle of words

Within my mind

While the rest of me

Moves outward

To meet your needs

For as long as no other choice

Is possible.

Should you give

One excuse, I will

Escape back

To the words

Which push

Their insistent

Worlds into mine.

There I will remain

Till the words retreat

From my grasp and

I am once again aware

Of longing for your

Company.

In these moments when I am away

I am

Not lost to you.

You are yet there with

Me, warming the chill

From a damp

Daylight and lightening

Fear filled nights.

I shall always

Return to you from

This lonely place

of words. Please,

This time

Will you stay near and

Wait just a

Little while?