How To Write

I start drawing a swirl. Than a scribble. I can’t really control my poetry. The way I can’t control how many people throw coins into a fountain. Or what their wishes are… But bodies of water always seem to have money of an unknown amount. Poetry can be like that. I will be done writing soon, I know that. So I keep writing. Until words slowly become swirls and scribbles again. Until the page ends. And another one doesn’t begin.