“Yet as quickly as the idea came to me,” by Sasha at Knowlton Lake

Wednesday November 6, 2019
5 minutes
Water, Water Everywhere
Ariana Conrad

I write to save my life these days
To give oxygen where there isn’t any
Into the nooks and crannies of the uncomfortables
Into the old shed of the afraids

I am not being hyperbolic

Okay maybe a little

My survival doesn’t depend on these words
Skipping stones across the page
Towards a rising sun
Red and available

A grouse flies up over the brush
The leaves piling on the salty earth
Makes the sound of a heart beating
My ear pressed to your chest

As quickly as the idea comes to me
To continue the story I started two years ago

To write what I know and what I don’t know
To write my future into being
It leaves

Wings of a heron spread wide