My Muse And Me ~ Katrina Curtiss   10 18 2020

Writing is something that calls to me, gentle as a summer rain, the constant pitter-patter of mindfulness.

“Come sit with me,” she calls, desperate for my attention.

As alluring as the smell of fresh bread, she beckons.

“What shall I write?” I ask

Words begin their tribal dance, waiting for the their rhythm to become constant, a settling of time.

If the mind becomes too engage, off she saunters, refusing to rest

“Quiet,” I think to myself, “Don’t reach, like a cat, she comes on her own.”

So together we sit, my Muse and me, waiting for the melody to arrive.

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