Often when I sit down to write, I will
come up with a fitting last line before
I even begin.
Then my mind as to build a captivating
beginning, an appropriate middle bridging
to the last line with which I began.
It’s like having a solution to a problem
which has not yet been posed. The
architect reveals his plan for the tenth
floor without having rendered the lower
floors which need to come before.
It’s a nice view from up here. I’d best
build a foundation which led me to such
heights before I try to describe the view
to you.
Words, I must find the words to
complete this floating puzzle piece
of mine, words which allows others
to see.
I could say I’m suspended aloft in
a helicopter, I suppose. Let’s you
and I start all over again, this time
from the beginning. I was flying high
one day…
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Chris Hanch 4-1-2021
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