i brush my teeth
wash my face
enrobe myself in flannel
and then sit down to write —
what, i don’t yet know
as i have passed the point
of the lines composed
in my head while i was
walking from the bedroom
to the bath —
and i am not writing this
for a large audience
or for you
and barely even
for myself —
but there, the words
are written
the thoughts
are captured
the purpose —
that of dredging
the wells of my
inspiration to see
what lurks within —
has, for another night
been served
and i am once more
for bed.
