WORDS

Words fail me. Words betray me; words thunder and quake at the thought of me. They are playing hide and seek. They turn to pillars of salt and scatter and blow with a wicked frenzy. My words discombobulate and look like a trailer park after a tornado. . Blinking cursers, a,b,c,d,e,f ,g …..all black and white. Staring at a white screen, my words at the ready, flowing from brain synapse to never endings circling my finger tips. Now my fingers ache to caress the shutter. My words have turned into photographs. Now my words form and I reach for a light box and glass.