Bits and pieces
scattered
lain
like jewels
along the paths
the neurons
synapses
fire
ideas reveal
in scenes
in characters
but where
who
why
and the wool gathering begins
the deep recesses
the ideas
form
and reform
until clear
a plot
a written word
and then another
but not yet
I’m still here
in the wool gathering
finding little truths
bits of information
ideas
pooling coalescing gathering
picking them up
I weave them together
and go in search
of more
the ideas
are fun
watch them run
some come towards me
barreling
straight forward
others meander
and skip
finding their way
on
circuitous paths
sparks
and flashes
in the sun
a passing bird
a flittering butterfly
a glimpse of a flower
through the green
and then
the wool gathering
slowly
becomes
a whole
a novel
a story
woven together
from scenes
characters
themes
images
drawn from history
and heart
and grounded in place
and in
words
but that is later
soon
now
it’s all wool gathering
watching the clouds
form
into shapes
finding treasured ideas
and slowly
so slowly
gathering them all together
into something
this is my wool gathering.