I occurred to me this morning.

It is lucky I love words


I am filled to the brim with them.

even as I wake they are up before me

(At night I go to sleep before them)

And as quickly as I spit them out

I fill up with more

So I have two blogs on the go

(One for stories

another for poetry)

I plaster words on paper, type them on my laptop

and still they come

I would have thought I’d have run out by now.

Maybe I should meditate instead