Thoughts on writing

Each morning I hear
the knock, knock, knock of a hammer
as a man builds a new structure
in the field from my home

It is so steady, so firm
I think it is a machine

the birds listen to the sounds
trying to imitate the steadiness
of the beat

Some days I wish for the firmness
in my own writings
to continue every day, every hour, every minute
until I finish
then start again and again

2 thoughts on “Thoughts on writing

  1. Good one!

    Every morning I’m waking up to the sound of hammers and god knows what else from a large work site across the canal. They start too early, and keep going too late. Needless to say, it’s annoying.

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