Writers' Eyes
I looked into the eyes
of other writers.
And saw a common bond
A weariness of the eyes.
Even a tired face
like that
of a long distant runner.
A well stoked fire
still burned within.
Mile after mile.
The drive and thirst
to find the next line.
To place it
in its proper place.
To connect it,
in the theme, in the moment,
in the heart.
The eyes reflect
the continued longing
to be immersed
in the joys of craft.
And so it goes.