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15 May 2012 by in Jessica Bockman | 3 comments

By Morning Light

On a sun-blanched table I
write. I skitter scatter type delete dredge words
from vast crevasses of nowhere. I bite
my fingernail. I exhale. Birds gossip-monger, hop
flirt in giddy cacophony. I tap imaginary pen
against imaginary paper on a screen I can barely see in
glaring 7 am desert day. I inhale. Coffee
steams. I sniff, sneeze, sip.  I stare at nothing; flinch–
the flick of a bee I never noticed investigating me.
Coffee stagnates.
I tap dream tap dream
of wistful everywheres and landscapes
where I am not. I write
generous increments of seconds.  I stop:
child at the door, husband at the coffee pot, work crowding
the edges of my mind. 15 minutes–
all I can say is I made the most of them.

Did you?

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Clear to everyone except herself, Jessica was destined to be a writer and a teacher. Her career path looks evasive: party planner for a small rental company, public relations "gofer" for a national spa, copywriter and editor for fashion catalogs. However when she finally relented and admitted her first true vocation, writing, life become more focused. Until she relented and admitted her second vocation. Jessica teaches reading part-time at her local community college. When she isn't teaching or chasing her child round-and-round the park, she's writing--even if she just looks like she's staring out the window.

3 Responses to “By Morning Light”

  1. Vickie Ashby says:
    May 15, 2012 at 8:22 pm

    Great question. I hope so! Thanks for the piece.

  2. Storm Dweller says:
    May 17, 2012 at 10:59 pm

    I certainly try.

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