I wanted to write like Annie Dillard
away
alone
aware–
not here
in the middle of this
city/suburbs life.
Leave the concrete and
multiplying cars
with their inhuman noises,
seek a vista, a vale
of color and light,
to inspire and bring forth
words like a flowing brook
across quiet pebbles.
But I’m here in the hum,
surprised to be A Writer
in spite of my days of
down-to-earth distractions.
Every time I want to run away
to Another Perfect Place
the words follow me
like a homing pigeon
dropping his message
like crumbs at my feet
where my life has
been all along.
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“He who wants to save his life will lose it, but he who loses his life….will find it.”
Jesus in Matthew, Mark and Luke
Jennifer, thank YOU for coming–it was a pleasure to meet you as well…. There will be more writing get togethers–promise!
What's that saying? Bloom where you're planted? I so identify with your lovely poem! And it was so wonderful to meet you! Thank you again for inviting me 🙂