A Writer's Posture

The spine curves grossly, the shoulders slouch sloppily The neck is extended and twisted like an gangly ostrich pecking for seeds on the ground. The stomach creases and fold, taking on the back's burden as it gives in and curls over.

Clutched in the creative flow, the physical body is easily forgotten. Yet in that state, body hunched and gnarled, the writing stretches long and wide and graceful.

Only when you snap from the streak does the body make itself known. Then you may realize just how strained is, how clipped the shoulders feel and hear the crack of each cramped vertebra as it unfurls.

The body moans and you coax it with the promiseof a yoga class or a massage. Still, you smile reading over what you've just created, content to sacrifice the body when in an inspired state.