The Birth of a Poem

i watch as you write -
a craft of mine.
i understand your method,
i use it as well.

i observe as
one word become two
two, three,
three four.

the night goes on -

in no time:
a flood of words upon a page.
words like sands,
yet stable.

there is no time to fret.
you'll get better with time.
writing is not easy,
read this and you'll see.

one word became an
army of 9,000 words.
you didn't marvel at first,
but now i know you will.

C.D.S. 6 Aug 2010