morning pages

I’m up early & writing,
laying down words
like laying fresh bricks:
one word in front of the other, rapid-firing on my keyboard

I’m up early & writing,
creating with the right side of my brain,
writing with my left hand
splaying out the pages on my desk,
getting ink smudges on my wrist

I’m writing to give my characters life,
to solidify their world swirling around in my mind:
a paper apple becomes a juicy, fresh-off-the-tree-limb Granny Smith

I’m up early & writing,
because if I get the words down—
flowing from my head to my wrist,
a conduit like electricity through my synapses—
I will feel fully alive

M.B.B.
6/11/2020