Wording grows by degrees,
so often, clouds obscure
the clearing
Reviewing the journal I notice
not much discipline, no method,
only scrawling scribble
Just as often I watch the hand leave
on the page, what ought not see
the light of day
And would naught, if today were
tomorrow and the seeing could wait
for the gauzy word
By degree I word
trusting the word
to find me
