Life has been busy and crazy lately. I guess life is always busy and crazy. My mind has been swarmed with so many other things I’ve been neglecting my writing. Sometimes that’s just life, too, I suppose. But here is a poem I wrote last spring, then recently revised with the help of a good friend.
Inspiration Along the River
I seek inspiration along the river,
a place I’ve never been before.
The cold bites into my skin with its
razor sharp fangs . . .
But I stay.
Two slate-gray water ouzels bob
on rocks and logs near river’s edge
—up, down, up, down—
then dip their heads, bodies,
bathing in the frigid river.
Their dance weaves a lesson
I know I must learn right here,
The pricks, the stings,
the icy blasts of life
can cleanse and strengthen.
And so I reach to embrace the cold—
seeping in to renew my soul.