Today we should peek at the why and the when,
At heartfelt sparks that inspire now and again.
Why words tap your shoulder and whisper, “Come play,”
Why stories keep knocking, whatever you say.
You notice the insignificant, the silent, the small,
The meaning of a pause and the cracks in a wall.
You gather up moments like shells by the sea.
Each ordinary wonder says, “Write what might be.”
Thoughts like balloons float high and ask, “Why?”
They drift into ponderings that wander the sky.
What if? What next? What truth might appear?
Imagination twists and turns where logic won’t steer.
So don’t wait for polish or praise or a crown.
Your desire to write is enough to sit down.
Strength precedes skill, and your calling comes first.
When you feel an urge to write, begin with your thirst.
