creation


he smiles to himself
I will make something

he spends an age gathering together his materials

then he has to find a place,
a suitable place,
to give birth to the creatures of his mind

somewhere safe
and clean
and light
and warm

he seats himself and frowns
he stands and frowns
he lifts an instrument and frowns
he makes a mark and frowns
                                   scribbles
                                   rips
                                   and begins again

he hums
smiles
reworks
something - his soul? - is born or born again

a creation


by Sara, copyright 1999, all rights reserved