Scrubbles & Doodles

A Quiet Monologue

I have always been like this.
When I see a picture,
a poem comes to mind.
When I read a poem,
a picture appears.

I buy beautiful postcards
I want to keep them just as they are,
yet I end up writing a poem on them again.

When I read poems printed in textbooks,
over and over,
my hand begins to draw
in the corner of the page.

While I am on the phone,
the sounds I hear
and the feelings inside me mix,
and I scribble
on an empty snack box.

Next to a poem in a children’s book,
there is my poem with the same title,
and my child’s poem too.
Three poems
sharing one page.

What I see,
what I hear,
and what rises within me
become drawings,
become poems.

And still, I am—
drawing what I hear,
drawing what I read,
writing what I see.