Brenton Booth

“Nude Lamp, Seville” by David J. Thompson

 

SURVIVING THE RAIN

The rain pounds against
my building
it’s 9:20am and everyone
but me has gone to work
I lay in bed still
looking at an empty page
wondering when the words
will come again,
or more precisely—if they
will come again
writing is not a game of
skill
it’s a game of luck
the most skilful rarely write
anything of note
more often teaching and
editing
the rest of us wait and hope
for the right words to come
to inspire us
and everybody else.