Instinct

Let’s start again
by writing a poem a day.
It’s not so hard
Even though it feels like that
but slowly and surely
I’ll write a poem again

Even if today I start
by writing letters
arranged together
to form words
that make thoughts seem
like incomplete sentences
that make some sense

But the point is not to make sense
because sense is nonsense
if no one can make sense of it
And nonsense is sense
if even someone can make sense of it

The point is just to write
and allow the instinct to be the writer
that holds the pen