Once I Was On The Job, Once

I've Always Associated The Moment Of Writing With A Moment Of Lift, Of Joy, Of Unexpected Reward.

Even If The Last Move Did Not Succeed, The Inner Command Says Move Again.

I Rhyme… To See Myself, To Set The Darkness Echoing.

Once I Was On The Job, Once I Had Got Started, I Felt Safe Enough, But The Anticipation Made Me Tense.

Part Of My Gradual Education Of Myself Has Been To Think That There Is A Deep Relationship Between The Nature Of The Creature And The Worth Of The Art.