I wrote it yesterday, <br />felt it stop the press of Time <br />till satisfaction, <br />sweet like after making love, <br />turned my every cell to honey <br />and when I could get up <br />I walked slowly, <br />weighing only a pound or so, <br />back to my car <br />under a weightless, almost colorless sky <br />that smiled without a mouth. <br /> <br />It sits in my notebook now, <br />I'll get it out and post it soon, <br /> <br />but I'm procrastinating, <br />it can't be as good as it felt yesterday, <br />and if it is, how can I ever write anything again, <br />and what will I do from now on?<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-poem-that-sits-in-my-notebook/
