What I wrote during a 4-minute writing exercise based on a poem read by the facilitator at a writer’s conference I attended this morning; or, How “From Out Of The Cave” by Joyce Sutphen resonated with me

Moving past indifference
toward pen marks
and clear urgency that
requires little notice or
blending of colors.

Kiss me she says before
she shuts the light reaching
for a string not yet pulled
while he allows
a few more wanderings
and wonderings beneath
cold sheets not yet warmed
by passion.

Deaf. Wordless. Signals
to complete a thought
yet stuck like a penny
drowned in inky tar
on a splendid day too warm
for ice to last.