Sidelong story winks
Beckons, capers, dance dashes
Veers off to find creek.
I wish that story were an easier thing to capture, to earnestly throttle into submission into neat, orderly brilliance on the page.
Nyah, not really — but it would be simpler and allow me to go after some other shimmering goal. Then I could get something valuable, worthy, important accomplished.
But what would be the fun of that?
Story rewards the slightest wavering thread of mastery with a warm smile, pulling back the curtain to reveal a new universe of profound listening, deep space studded with star winks.
Off I go…