Me, this morning.

The bird chorus usually outside… seeing goals satisfied.

Reaching more Road.

Not pausing or even slightly stalling till I land.

Waking, to new words. New voices and now with coffee and kitchen coffee table typed in phone and again seeing ME, more.

Stopping with old ways, old decisions, old reactions… and giving energy to any clown. Dunce blatherer…. Not a Shakespeare follower or deep-reader, but those barbs are waking.

I replay certain moments, opportunities where I could have and should such been atomically more free in communication.

Louder, more fearless…. Why am I ever redacting, reserved?

Today I write with ideas and freed expressions deployed. Fighting, like I often do but the outside chorus of feathered mentors, kids asleep upstairs, wife 2B off to work… me at this table already hearing the second cup’s voice…. Composition.

New pages, manuscripts this year and next… it’s that simple, I realize. Flipping a switch like Dad says…. AH HAH.

Beaks on the walls other side louder, sliding glass door open, barely noticeable air moving but I do feel it and it only compliments this composition.

ME, here, rattling. Ready… so unafraid that you’d think I’d already lived this Story.

And what if I have? Weird thought… but, just pretend I have. Or don’t pretend. Act like I know what’s going to happen next, because I’m writing it. ALL.

And those other chirping pigs that one day act from kindness or purported civility then the next project their underhanded or bright evil, it doesn’t register.

I’ve DECIDED what comes next.