tap, tap, tapping
gray morning with rain spattering on the roof
tapping a harmonic rhythm to my fingers
tap, tap, taping over these keys
these keys that unlock and untangle
my words from my mind
the words that meander from my heart upward
crawling upward, seeking release
only to get stuck.
Lost in the criticism and the judgment and the regrets
oh the regrets
of time lost, time wasted, time is slipping away
Don’t die with that book in you, I read once
What if it is not a book?
What if it is a song?
What if it is a barely formed sentence?
What if it is just one word
or tapped out on the gray morning
in harmonious rhythm to the rain
tap, tap, tapping on the roof