maybe

maybe - he wrote page after page
just that word

maybe
i am waiting, for courage
to write,
to let this voice be commanding
in its kind quest to awaken and be heard

it was awakened
and i think it frightened me a bit
so strong it was
so sure
so deft with words
how could something so spontaneous be considered of value?
how could it be trusted?

and then there are her paintings,
joan mitchell
i see pieces of my thread are the full fabric of her expression.

  so
maybe
that's where i am living from, right now,
dear Jack.