Just realized: I

started this project a year

and four days ago.

With that, I’m not sure

what’s going to happen now.

Probably nothing.

The light in here is

so lovely; I think we all

might be ok soon.

Cyberspace is such

a tease, making me miss you

two more than before.

Hard work and hard play.

Here’s hoping the rest of my

life is like today.

Made it: a clean room,

blank verse, and an eighties-themed

movie marathon.

Wednesday

What if I sat down

in the middle of today  

and refused to move?

 

Thursday

Tender today to

tiny lights, to tired eyes,

both mine and others’.

 

Liberal arts kids:

Rest in the rumination.

I’ll miss Rilke jokes.

From Penguin Classics Medieval English Verse

 

66 The Dragon

I’ll swallow you hu-

mans regardless, the lot—some

I might spare: some, not.

How many memories

must I stockpile to make

it through the next year?

Friday

What if every time

I had the urge to punch, or

bite, someone, I did?

 

Saturday

there is something else

starting a new a next a

kind slow discipline