Doubting

In the wake....Doubtful Sound, NZ

Doubting I have anything to say... I remembered this joy of a poem by Samantha Reynolds and found these crumbs...................

The room with the lights turned low is bubbling with seated conversations.

You stand, you clap your hands. The voices hush and the faces turn to you.

Ladies and Gentlemen you announce in your big best tones.

And you say Thank You in the way that you do, with your hands clasped at your heart, with your smile reaching out.

Thank you to these friends. For their cards and their gifts, for the fruit birthday cake and the tender hearted biscuits.

And for their love in your life.

Which flows over to me at the back of the room, melting with gratitude, and praying that words don't let you down or you repeat yourself too much.

Or that my secret, shameful fears for you will tarnish this night.

A manifesto for the uncreative When your brain feels clotted as gum just make something happen steal an idea and let your mind dangle in the invisibleness of it take your pen or a tree and stare at it until it starts telling you secrets clap your hands until they burn you will unstick only by prying yourself open and if all you find inside are crumbs then set the table and feast.