• Talent

    by Erika McLitus

    You take the gibberish on paper
    And turn it into art,
    A long string of letters, symbols, numbers,
    Making a pilgrimage to the beautiful simplicity
    Of the Answer,
    Lovingly framed by a graphite box.

    I hear you speak of your half note and whole notes,
    Of beats and breaths
    I watch your mad-genius scribbles
    Flow across your crumpled binder paper canvas
    Writing in a language I wish I spoke,
    Writing music.

    I listen to your tales of
    Fearlessly manipulating wood,
    Delicately crafting a meal I would bungle,
    Gently encouraging earth to take a certain shape,
    Running like water,
    Smoothly melting into a higher octave…

    I watch you,
    And then I’m burning,
    Wishing that I, too,
    Had a secret world
    To share.

    posted to Cedar Street Times on May 13, 2011

    Topics: Young Writers' Corner


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