I'm astonished at
the thoughts of a favorite writer
and the challenge to write a poem
per day for 30 days.
I thrill with the possibilities of
building an audience
to one day read
and enjoy
what I
write.
An ER visit unnerves me.
I share some lines from
that above favorite, which
may lead to that above audience.
Which has nothing to do with the ER
visit, but that still unsettles me.
Because life is fragile.
Like good lines and a willing audience,
it doesn't just show up without
some baggage.
