If you give a writer a journal
She’ll probably say “thank you”
And wonder where the nearest pen or pencil is.
If she finds said pen, she’ll take to writing
A es a pee.
Once she starts writing there’s no telling
When she’ll stop—why
THINGS COULD HAPPEN.
People would be neglected,
The dishes could go unwashed,
The laundry could pile up,
Spouses might go hungry.
And if people go hungry
they might make their own dinner.
Or order out.
From the barbecue place downtown.
The one across the street from the gift shop
Where the writer might wander in while she
Waits for the coleslaw, beans and spicy chicken.
And the kind, inquisitive clerk inquires, ‘does she journal?’
Discovering it’s the writer’s birthday and kindly
offering to gift her with a journal.
And you know what that means…..
I wrote this in August, after a visit downtown for my birthday.
Photo of chalk drawing at school last year–the months in a vertical column–see it?