Oh, Master

by Christos Polydorou

rodoIf you are writing to make money,
don’t misunderstand your friends,
if they find this funny.

Don’t expect any sympathy,
as you sit broodingly in a coffee conglomerate anywhere
in the world, maudlin writing your derivative screenplay

on your expensive laptop
without everybody’s malevolent judgement.
Writing is both private, and writing is such a vast thing,

and it can only get vaster.
Dip your toes in it first?
Run back, run to, take a flying leap, into the flames,

if you honestly wish
to become
some sort of master.

With your burning hands,
on the very nature,

of fire.