“To write is to go looking for what I don’t even know myself before I write it.” - Annie Ernaux, winner of the 2022 Nobel Prize in Literature
I went into the dark canyon not knowing where it would lead - another adventure taken up to pursue a dream, my hand holding the reins not knowing what lie ahead nor what I was looking for.
The notion that led me here words in my head the meaning of which were a cypher so cryptic I knew not what quest I would wrest from them.
But I had been told that this riding was an exploration of the unknown. That I was just a hapless pioneer in a borderless land, a wilderness requiring a spindly surrender.
I posted a poem here recently (now deleted) that was based on a line I remembered from a dream. I had no idea where the writing (riding) would lead me. And I now realize, it lead me into an area in which I was unqualified to visit. But I had to take the leap into that unknown – which in a way I do every time I sit down to write a poem. Thank you my friends for tolerating my hapless surrender.