If I Don’t Start Now, When?

The urge to write,
I haven’t felt in a long-ever.
Still familiar,
Envisioning myself with a pencil and pad of paper in hand,
Here I am.
Glimpses of stories,
Settings, characters, a method, time.
Plug into place,
Plod away at the click-clack of keys,
Scratch of pencil on paper,
Take care, hands.
His guide all said and done.
This world, I have to tell.
(Listen up,
It’s gonna be a good one!)