Especially when
the sunrise catches in the bushes, sliding
across the sidewalk, gilding
every zinnia and robin in its path
another day’s on the cusp of unfurling,
and I am bursting
with possibility and hope,
Especially when
two fair-haired boys melt
their bodies against mine, sleep dusting
their eye creases, last night’s dreams curling
in the air like the steam rising off my morning coffee and though the clock tick tick ticks
and the piled dishes beckon, Creativity calls me
(and I am not one to ignore *her* messages),
Especially when
I’ve just read something positively delicious
my cup is full — no, overflowing —
and my time is scarce
the page is blank and ready to be storied
I must write. What better time to spin
beauty and truth into gold
than the present?
// a response to “Especially when,” a prompt from Callie Feyen, Kaitlin Rogers, Jenna Brack, Megan Willome and others
Erin Strybis 