I am standing in the river
Finally, gliding from thought
Into this place of reality.
Sometimes my fingers creak,
Resisting every impulse of mind,
But now, a pen is nestled between them.
There is no true subject just now,
Although, I will say this:
I think I’m experiencing grace.
Dylan Webster lives and writes in Phoenix, AZ. His poetry and fiction have appeared in Quillkeepers Press, The Dillydoun Review, Cannons Mouth Quarterly, and Neon Sunrise Press. His debut collection of poetry, Dislocated was published by Quillkeepers Press and is available everywhere.