What Can I Say?

Generally I write every day, once, twice, sometimes

three times, when something strikes me, a word or

a phrase, something vivid, something vague.

And when I get started, I let go, and let it flow, whatever

it is welling up inside of me.

Mostly, there is no outline or pre-planning involved.

I’m a volcanic eruption spontaneously ready to explode.

The pent up magma of words and ideas are ready to run

their course, anyone’s guess as to where it all goes.

It’s a wondrous and mysterious process, you know,

beyond this mere mortal’s explanation.

Some say it’s inspiration; some claim the Muse.

Psychologists may diagnose it as a purging of the psyche.

Where did it come from? I wasn’t expecting it, but kept on

writing anyway.

Wanted to see where it was going, where on Earth and beyond

would it lead me?

I can’t share the specifics with you for the content perplexes

and sometimes even frightens me.

I can say this, however, I wasn’t ready for it. Seemingly,

coming from out of nowhere to overwhelm me unexpectedly.

Ready or not there it was confronting me—the truth.

                                  -30-

Chris Hanch 5-21-2020