Been very much off my writing game lately, especially my poetry. Steadily getting back into the swing of things. Today, this poem just came spilling out. Cringing at my misspelling of the word forest. I actually spelled it right the first time, then the second time my brain malfunctioned and I ended up going back to “correct” myself. Bleh. Anyway, onward!
Today’s poem brought to you courtesy of that horrible feeling that hits you in the gut about 15-30 minutes after you’ve done something that makes you ask: “did I actually do X?”