She/He told me where I am and where I must go.
I am in a dark room sitting at a desk,
trying to write--
of course of course I am trying to write.
But my paper is crumpled and refuses to be smoothed
and my ink invisible;
my pen has a feather, but I can't fly with it.
I am worse than Icarus.
Then, into the darkness, a man, an angel, a being
breaks in and throws a javelin (a javelin!) at the wall,
bringing in a beam that illuminates my desk with what I imagine is inspiration
(thank god, a lightbulb above my head!)
But still no words from my quill.
"Use your voice."
Not just Nancy or Nina or Roxy--Jessie.
"You are known. Speak and you will know it."
My song will not be silenced; I will not be Jonah; my life-voice will live outside the belly of a whale.