Inspiration... Divine Breath...
Sometimes it moves in me, I feel it: every word that passes through my mind wants to play hopscotch with other words and thoughts; wants to bind in mystic chemistry. I am a playground full of children (some not so young or small) in their unruly happiness and needing all to play out games-- the make-believes the hunts, the chases the all-out races... Like playground monitor I watch bemused off to one side noting which kids play alone and who's allied and who sits on the teeter-totter's end... Sign in to see full entry.