I Didn't Post a Poem Today
Because we drove upstate.
Because I wrote my first episode
of Greene County Murders
a serial novel for the Mountain Eagle
which will run this week.
Because we stopped at Story’s Farm
to buy blueberries and cherries.
Because I arrived just in time
to teach my Penn South Class
where everyone wrote letters
to people they stopped talking too
or who stopped talking to them.
(I did too. A few good candidates.)
Because my friend explained
why Chuck Schumer hasn’t endorsed
Mamdami. (Oy vey)
Because we are eating on the porch
finally finally tonight.
Because Ahava went swimming
in Paula’s pool and she said
it was absolutely wonderful
and could not possibly be better.
Because I got a call from a friend
who’s been in the hospital for two weeks
and I didn’t know. (And he wouldn’t
tell me why.) Because it’s warm today,
almost the 4th of July.
And because we’re having dinner
very soon, and there isn’t time
to write a poem.
Very inspiring. all the poems we don't write as poems but as reasons we can't write poems fill our books. a reading of our nonpoems?
I just love how life interferes with poetry