These words are mine to write.
They are not yours.
They are the clearing in the forest
where I chant and dance and take chances.
These words are mine to write.

Your words are yours to write.
They are not mine.
They are the glass panel in the bottom of your boat
revealing what struggles to surface,
what lies tangled in the weeds.
Your words are yours to write.

Text and image © 2011 by Dirk deVries. All rights reserved.