letters slip silently one by one

onto this page

growing into bits and pieces of words

and i begin to see the smallest pieces

of these half words

arrange and rearrange themselves

looking for the connection one to another like people

moving around the page testing their position

looking carefully then turning quickly to look elsewhere

groups drawn together by some inexplicable force

much as color is drawn to objects

loosing direction on occasion then moving again

until joining with other pieces

to complete a word here and there

words then emerge to look at this newly discovered world

creeping across the page changing direction and position

establishing a phrase here a lie there

as if forming some picture of a shifting reality

the light dims slightly

and i catch a glimpse of

this movement of words and phrases

as they vie for position

demanding a greater of lesser role

in the formation of something

that wants to be whole

not unlike the person

from whose pen this ink flows

10/16/2005