I shut the book, put down my pen, close the laptop and step out into the world.
My heart stirs under smooth bones, agitating calm waters.
A bird lifts from rippling glass, scattering framed images of the clouds.
Get you up.
Move you away.
Be you provoked.
I throw my hands to the sky and scream into the silence.
Urged to seek.
Reaching to discover.
Unbound to create.
Dragging a pen across paper, pressing finger tips to keys, I fracture a writer’s block.