The zone where I laugh aloud.
Seaside flows...Inky fingers, salty toes.
Son grown, bedroom mine, mountain views.
My computer, it's my writing mind.
In my "writing wroost," watching birds.
In bed, while the words dream.
Coffee shop with no clock.
I write hunched over at my desk.
On my couch with my laptop.
Under a canopy of trees remembering.
wherever, whenever it comes for me.
I feel comfortable writing in bed.