Even a drop of effort
Lead me to finishing what was set
The words upon my tongue
Rather a stream of sentences
Much to ponder upon a draft
One draft meddlesome
But many left as they are
A rough assembly of lines or rhyme
Like the daily walk or making time
Are trips and pebbles
But keeping long enough
Finding the path, the bridge
An ocean crossed
The path itself and destination worth it.
A poem written shortly after finishing another. Good luck this week.