Mar 2020
I pick up a pen-
And set it down again.
This calling of writing has
Its own friction,
Pulling me back-
Into my own retreat.
And set it down again.
This calling of writing has
Its own friction,
Pulling me back-
Into my own retreat.
I haven't written a poem for almost a year now. I keep trying to write but I seem to have lost it. So I keep opening and closing this tab.
