a thick layer of dust coated
my pen this morning.
my mind aches and cramps
as I foolishly attempt
to etch these words despite the dust
—which makes the pen terribly challenging
to grip. it’s been a few years
since I scribbled in this journal,
so good morning old friend(s) and hello
new ones. please be forgiving
as I scrub off the rust. I am so grateful
to be back at this desk bringing forth
a suitcase worth of moments
I’ve been collecting these past few years
itching to paint their pictures.