I would call what we do a trek but it’s not really a trek
or an odyssey or adventure; although it’s surely a hike,
sometimes a trudge or a slog— moving the emotional self up a hill
with books and plans and gurus indulging as we do, gleefully,
in the spa of self-explication mapping patterns of the head
and heart through phone lines and meetups, knowingly
like Sisyphus with his boulder of hubris and comforting purpose,
he’s a proto-plucky yank, willful but never crafty enough
to outsmart his own charming, deceitful, underworldly self.
These poems for NaPoWriMo were inspired by a poem I did years ago for my friend Michelle after hearing she passed away, 30 poems for inspiring women connected to me. The title now says "33 Women" because the poem to Michelle poem had already been written as well as two prologues I posted March 31.