i was trying to write a story but a poem happened instead


the words used to fall on the page

trickling in lines

tiny streams to coherent sea

the drip drop start stop flow of thoughts

required little discipline, just devotion

and some attention to the quiet


my brain leaks different now

drowning in lists

nothing meek like a stream, just a flood

of do this, no do that, obligation is a vat

requiring a good mucking out, or sunlight

and poems, like time, a luxury

About SaraBSutter

I serve as the pastor of United Presbyterian Church in Goldfield, Iowa. My husband Steve and I are excited to be in a friendly small town and look forward to the years ahead. In addition to nerdy church stuff, I love reading books, writing, good coffee, cats, and football.

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