travail

we start with nothing
a blank page
a darkened stage
an empty canvas
peer into the void
& the void stares back
we quiet ourselves
listening,
straining,
wishing
for the whisper
in our meditation
of inspiration
of creation
and with an inkling
a smidgen
a wiff
we begin our travails
life stirs within
and life stirs without
thus our art is born