It settled like a butterfly that took off when it caught my eye. I almost missed it, sunk in gloom, but caught its shadow in the room. The words diffused as colored light. I stayed up rhyming half the night recapturing what got away and that is why I slept all day.
–from Sailing into Sunset by Ann W. Borger, copyright 2007
originally published in Writer’s Digest magazine.
Ann W Borger 