Jericho Brown once said every
metaphor is a vehicle and a tenor,
bringing you somewhere you
did not know to go. Looking out
the window down sun-dressed
boulevards, the radio a soft purr
as the sand comes into view,
I find myself out there in the
light. Here, I imagine building
a home by my hands, plank by
lonely plank, each nail finding
where they belong in the wood.
A life’s purpose realised and
realised in a single act. I walk,
I don’t own a car. I have little
to my name, but my name.
Every day I want nothing more
than to get down to the work
of life. To see the wave crash
and settle. To see it to the end.

Freewriting Explanation: I use 5 minutes to write completely unprompted and uninterrupted, letting the words lead the way. There is no end purpose to each piece, but rather, the pieces are allowed to develop naturally in their own way. The pieces are then uploaded without edits.