I am officially a day off. But, for a good reason! Last night, I got to read from
Gold Passage and The Flying Trolley (and my manuscripts "500 Days" and "There's Ghosts in this Machine of Air") at Copperfield's Books. What a pleasure to get to read to so many dear friends at a book store that I love! It was truly a great event. But, today, I am determined to catch up (instead of work on my taxes, or grade papers, which may or may not be a wise decision!) The prompt I was supposed to write off of for April 10 was "ungrateful about my future". But, since, after last night, it was impossible not to be grateful, I ended up writing about that instead. Here is my draft:
Grateful
for Future, Whatever it May Contain
Hard to predict the future when you wake
to a fogged field at dawn echoing bird
song. Hard not to spend your day trying to
follow a straight line: long roads divided
by broken lines, contrails that dissipate
from the sky, a blue, shimmering pool still
unparceled by lane lines. A clock you doubt
the accuracy of. But, the future
is funny, isn’t it? You have no choice
but to watch it slowly emerge from fog
like a lone muscular buck. Quivering,
unpredictable and surrounded by
the feathered hope of song.
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