Why I Write

I dip my toes into the tide

Adjacent to the edge of my all-consuming paracosm.

The water has a mystical air.

The waves are

words

phrases

riddles

waiting for me to taste their cool symphony.

Within them lies the birth

of one thousand dreams

999 quixotic wishes

and just over 13 “what if”s.

I write them all.

Right outside my humble fantasy

I spy a silhouette,

my potential self.

I hope tell her story.

Warily I take a closer peek.

The girlish apparition reveals nothing.

She seems to hold her breath while I lean closer

And at long last, deserting all hesitation I dive

Into my poem.

Into the waves.