I woke with a creativity for poetry.

Beginning with a blank slate into the soul with ready writing unknown keys leading me by the spirit realm.

I wonder how David, Homer, Sappho, Milton Donne, Blake, Yeats, Eliot, Tate, Lowell,  Bishop, Auden experienced their own spirituality.

What windows and fenestration peers out of shadowy outlines from one's own frustration and opens up those outlines transmogrified into poems.