in making

 I sit back in divine trust

stringing words with leisure 

writing them as they come

no haste to be done

only the desire to be nourished

by the flow

to let go

to be smitten 

as the verse is being written 

to breathe in its beauty 

to pour in it all the time it is taking 

to breathe out

there is no doubt 

that we're an elegant poem in making 

-maithili