Yesterday’s poem written before a long drive through some yucky weather. Too heavy to be called mist, too light to be called rain. Just wet enough to make the roads fun to drive on and seep into everything.
This morning’s poem brought to you from that “I don’t know where this is coming from” part of my mind. I’m honestly not sure if it’s a form of insight or simply my attempt to process everything that’s going on lately in the world. There just seems to be so much…
I had some technical difficulties with my phone, which I think has since been corrected (fingers crossed), and it snowballed into poetry procrastination and before I knew it… Well, the thing about falling off the horse is that you can get back on. Unless you break something. Then maybe go to a hospital first.
Anyway. The dog needed to go out early this morning to take care of his business and we got caught in some mildly chilly drizzle, which inspired today’s poem.
By the way, I didn’t stop writing poetry entirely while I was off that horse, so those pieces will be shared soon.