“Always”
A man sits in a room
Far away
Too far away
But there’s little that can be done to change that
A days’ journey journeys on
Times a-wasting
A blank slate sits in front of him
Ready to be embellished
With worded finery
And so he writes
And writes
Trying to make things right
Words come to him
Slowly
Then a little bit quicker
But then they slow down once again
There’s far too much pressure
In his head, hand, and other places
But he perseveres and continues
Message on the mind
He dabs his silent linguistic brush into the pool of words
There, up there
Where none can see them
But himself
He begins to assemble them
Into something cohesive
Or so he does hope it will be
But ultimately he’s not the final judge
And then it happens
He hits his stride
And the canvas quickly begins to fill up
Complex notions and ideas
Far too many to be constrained in a humble 11×8 space
And so everything gets rendered
Digitally
Time continues
To Move
But he doesn’t
He stays stationary
Until the “AH HA” moment arrives
As it always does
He removes his typers
Lest a stray one ruin everything and he have to start again
Taking the long view
He examines his work
Eyes moving from left to right
Then top to bottom
“Yes” he thinks to himself, “this is exactly what I meant”
Well sort of, there’s always room for improvement
Though his intended audience of one eagerly awaits a finished product
He refuses to submit just any old thing
And so the self-critique continues
Light streams through the window
Illuminates the preview screening
Were a rainbow to cascade through a window
And settle on this worded manifestation
It would be the gold that the relevant parties have longed for
A tingling sensation overtakes him
And he knows intimately that his work is done
He licks his lips in lieu of an envelope
And then clicks a button, or two
And off it goes…