The words in my head
don’t need to face emptiness  –
they are always ready to play

My mind fills in the images –
it can chain any two words together
and take them up the winding street
paved with tawny bricks
in the places of dreams
which may or may not be extant
in the world of my daily walk

It is only in the realm of judgment
that I may decide
I have nothing to say.

©Wendy Mulhern
March 7, 2023