First Drafts


First Drafts

Left-handed smudges moving across an empty sheet of paper

Tentative words emerging from the charcoal clouds of #2 lead

Unfiltered, unrehearsed thoughts forming on the page,

Un-beholden to rules that constrict and deprive free thought.

First drafts are like the brief moments after awakening

When dreams seem more real than reality

They are like peering through the clouds as the plane descends

And catching the first glimpse of land below

First drafts, like the colostrum from a mother’s breast

Are filled with nutrients that stimulate the budding soul.

By Amy Jones

Photo by JA

Photo by JA

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