From the collection And Don’t Come Back, 2021.
Of Its Own Volition
Page through the dictionary
in search of nothing in particular
the kind of aimless and wandering
that suggests you along a path
stripping off a leaf here and there
from whatever bush or stem
your hand happens to brush
Fold over rows of tiny print
with quiet flicks of your fingers
on the thin light paper
the words in their columns bounce
rattle their syllables
a little sentence or two shakes out
the order nudges into line
like dominoes on a table
edges clacked together
like lucky throws adding up exactly right
what I wanted to say
it has chosen to come to me
2 thoughts on “Of Its Own Volition”
As a dictionary reader I love this one!
Yes, I do that too. Since I was a child. I also really like the thesaurus. Words!
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