The Calling of the Creative

 What is it that beckons me from slumber? 

I'm asleep, dreaming, nesting in my bed, satisfied

until a live ember begins in my belly.

A spark. 

And it continues to grow warmer,

enticing me to hear the calling of the creative. 

Get up! This is the time! 

I obey it. 

Silent house, slippers on, hot tea, and anticipation.

What will my fingers find today? 

Assuredly it will be worthless but there's always that chance.

The chance that the recipe is perfect today and what is produced is magic.

It's for that magic that my body thums.  

Will today be the day?  

December 6, 2020