If I try to write into the night
She wonders what I am doing
It’s just a need that needs fulfilling
A well that calls for a bucket
Each load carries a story
That has to be assembled like a jigsaw
Some more complicated than others
Some so simple they make you cry
The ease with which they present themselves
Childlike in their naivety
The bond they create with you
Like when a newborn first looks at you
Connections in your mind take hold
Words make you responsible for them
A Sonnet to a Beginning
