I am not creative.

I do not create

something from nothing.

That was done once,

only once.

I rearrange.

Been rearranging

since the beginning

of me.

Today, I give thanks for the gift of creativity. The desire to look at a thing and all that surrounds it and try out the combinations. What goes here? What fits there. How would these work if they were together? This isn’t working, how can I help it? How can I adjust it, reorganize it, so it clicks. So it operates. So it runs full steam ahead.

Life is a puzzle. I am the puzzler.

I do not create

something from nothing.

I create

something from something.

And that creates me.