writing

I want my writing to feel like the ocean

a place where people want to go

for soothing sounds and a sense of

familiarity, a shared experience

yet surprising and unpredictable

I want my writing to feel like the wind,

gusts of ideas, meditative lulls

where readers feel warmed and enveloped,

the air knows what they’re thinking

and will carry their voices everywhere

I want my writing to be like the city

engaging, inspiring, with dark alleys

and bright lights, unexpected sights

and noise – layers of difference

and pockets of known quantities

I want my writing to be a witness

to the healing of nature

to shine a beam into

the dark corners of life’s caves,

illuminate surfaces, investigate shadows

I want my writing to be a balm to broken souls

and a celebration of survival