There is a sea in my mind.Every time I set down to Capture itVia pencil or pen, or key-Board,It eludes me, the tide creepsAway,Out of Reach,Leaving me scramblingAfter it,Clumsily, in the wetSandOf it’s vague memory, andWhen I finally think I have caught up,Captured it,I look to find a torrent approaching,And suddenly am in-over-my-head-drowninginwordsandimages. Author’s note: Dickinson-inspired piece… Read more