These days I can’t seem to write much.
Long-winded narratives fail me and prose eludes me.
Still my words exist.
Short and choppy,
but existing nevertheless.
Today begins a 30 day experiment in poetry
to connect to myself again.
Day 1
In an effort to come home
home to myself
in a time saturated
in news cycles
influencers
and posts that shout
I’m going inward
into the warm, moist corners of myself
where neither covid taints
nor politics control
into myself
in an effort to be free
in an effort to come home.
