Darren Wilson
Journalist and Author in Mount Vernon, New York
I am the scarlet clay in your searching hands. Work with me and you leave imprints; you shape me; we become two halves of a whole.
I am the artful ant in a restless nest and my muse is the queen. She washes me with the words that are churned into stories, the rhythms that become songs, the strength of will that becomes facade, the visions that become tapestries and worlds.
I am the quiet wind of change, sifting through life's volumes of woe and bliss, seeking to touch the clouds on a journey higher, and higher still until I become the vacuum of space sucking the marrow out of the juicy tendrils of a higher calling.
Of all these things that are me, what am I truly?
A force to be reckoned with? No...
A force is inanimate.
I am a breath of passion to those who grow weary of disillusionment...