The world entire

I have written on napkins

tissues and bags

with pencils

or lipstick

or pens,

to ensure

the words

that are crowding my head

are written

before I

lose them;

I have written on trains

buses, in cars

in stores and even

restrooms,

on beaches

by lakes

or street corner lamps

on airplanes,

in restaurants

or classrooms;

I have written by the light

of a brilliant full moon

as it shone

upon my bed,

as I furiously

scribbled words

in the dark

to get them

out of my head;

so I guess

my favorite

place to write

is neither

a desk

nor table

nor chair,

but rather

wherever

an idea

is sparked,

the world entire

my favorite lair.