I've been thinking

I've been thinking about writing,

really writing, 

I'll use the knife to remove the white stubs

from the strawberries that I picked from the garden.

not just writing like this at night for five minutes,

poetry that no one reads,

except a few devoted friends,

but really writing.

It took years for the idea of a speckled blue countertop

to really gel even though I hated the stained yellow

formica from the 1950's.

It takes time.

I don't have time now, but I'll have time in the future.

I'll plant more strawberry plants and I won't have

to decide again on a counter top, I'll have time to write,

really write.

I've been thinking.