::the place before writing::

I want to write, 
For the words to form, align, and flow.
Some days they do and will,
But there is this place before that.

Where words whisper and nudge,

Trying to fit before scooting off again,
The heart's message asks much of them,
It needs words neatly right to carry it free.

To scribe well, one's pen must hold patience.
For the best words take time to collect,

Before coaxed and refined, they do sort out their place.

Bursting free with life to convey,
They fill purpose in the places they land,
And the writer receives joy from a process worthwhile.

This waiting, and picking, and sorting.

I want to write,
But there is this place before that…