in posts and tweets and status reports
it seems that more and more
of those I know, are writing books
in my honesty, transparency
I admit, here
that my heart stings, aches
turns toward envy
then, yes, then
I console myself with this --
they are writing books
but I am not still
I am writing a life
I have grown accustomed
to much time alone
to breathe, expand
ponder and play with words
now time rushes past me
filled with the tasks
of living my word for 2014
prepare
soon, in the blink of an eye
I will transition yet again
from preparation
to actualization
as we step into our new life
my heart both races ahead
and lags behind
and words will come
when they will
joining Bonnie in a small act of creation
