The movement of the free hand
glides across the page knowing
time and again moments of a
new calling will come before thee
Weary at times wanting to rest
driven to complete a memory,
a thought or feeling before it is
lost in an afternoon’s frenzy
The movement of the free hand
captures forever a lasting expression
nurturing with care not to wavier the
momentum of what is real to the mind
Weary at times wanting to sleep
away the words heard within,
to sweep them under a pillow
of dreams, praying to drift into –
a poet’s mirage of perfection
- Rhoda Galgiani