Poetry

Writers

Writers need to lurk
on trains
up hills
in bookshops
in libraries
and watch the world
go by

We need to get up
at all hours of the night
with the owls…

We are the observers
We are the dreamers

We are the unseen
in this never-ending whirlpool

We need to stand still
in the midst of this all,

for when the world stops spinning,
this is what will remain-

the silence

and the words
spilled
across a page

and I can’t think
of anything nicer.