Words flow through my brain

   like drops of water,

      some smoothly, like a gentle stream,

    others swirl,

      careening wildly through the gullies of my mind,

 bouncing off images,

    catching in small pools

  and stagnating.

Large

 or small,

    no two alike,

they freeze,

 they melt,

    they tickle,

       they burn.

Some join together

  demanding release

      and flow out

onto the smooth white paper.

By Jo Donaldson

2/9/05