Fine Dust

A fine dust covers my book and desktop too

The sunbaked earth has split apart

dissolved in the air

It covers my lungs and dries my eyes

It catches in my throat

producing only coughs of indignation

The promise of rain has failed

leaving only drought and parched dreams

Thoughts

If you are struggling to find inspiration then look directly in front of you. What do you see? That is all you need. But John, I’m looking at a fridge door! Describe the door. Focus on its cool exterior. Imagine the icy depths inside. How might you traverse them? Inspiration is everywhere. We are surrounded by ancient and modern miracles.

I think this Bill Lawrence at the North Sea Jazz Festival but it might not be. They only appear as tiny thumbnails when I’m typing this. I really so prepare better but I won’t.