A simple pleasure you might remember
is turning from the first, and second draft
to smell the crisp, invigorating scent
of a blank page.
The page beckons. It is yours.
It is beautiful like an untrammeled,
snowy hillside, before you ski
over the edge, in a thrilling jaunt,
feeling both solitude and
a joyful oneness with all.
Don’t let expectations limit
what you commit to the paper.
Let your heart leak onto the page
and into the new beginning,
binding you to
and to this fragile,
and beautiful world.
©Laurie Lynn Newman