writing letters in my head

I take a little break from reading

to get a snack or cup of tea

close my eyes for a moment

and rest my mind from concentration

suddenly I’m writing letters in my head

the monkey brain at work

always chattering away

for a quiet person I seem to have

a lot of noise going on there

thankfully no one else hears it

I tease my husband

and laughingly tell him

he is full of words pouring out

page after page in his novels

but my words just float around

quietly in my head

sometimes they make it

to a poem or letter

but more often they just disappear

other words appearing in their place

or conversations go on in my mind

I assume between my id and ego

but I hear them as my mother

or father giving me advice

only it’s really me in that place now

as mother and matriarch

when I’m tired of listening

I turn on music

or go back to my book

it is still a struggle to

stay in the moment

be present to others

but as a creative person

I know it’s also a gift

and I am thankful for

the gift of words

copyright 2011 Linda H. Feinberg