the window open 
with a breeze brushing over me 
my notebook and pen in hand 
scribbling -


when i feel familiar panic rise 
i put my pen to paper 
and write 

on the page 
it can be clearer 
to see 
exactly what is what 
and where you go from there. 

Kate © 

just this is a poem that will be published in my new chapbook coming out this month✨