Bird Droppings

Dancing Singing
In the air
Twirling through the smog
Heavy happy
Softly turning
Dropping
Into my head

Little words
Sometimes feelings
Thoughts and ideas
Like ants teeming
Flurry
Inside my head

Do it this way!
No not like that!
Angry, Churlish
Scolding
Fretty, happy
Pleased and pouting
Queen
Inside my head

Ink-stained fingers
Then write down
Too slow hurry up!
Write and re-read
Read and Write
Correcting
In my head

I am a medium
Nor source nor outcome
Just the passage
Between two worlds
That of ideas
And distractions
And that of humans
And tears

My job
Is only

To write.