The Poetry Won’t Stop

I may or may not have mentioned that my wife and I are working through The Artist’s Way. It is a book with a 12 week process to unlock creativity, though I’d argue it is as much about living intentionally as anything else, but that’s a series of posts for another day……Anyway…..One thing you do every single day is write 3 pages, using a pen and paper, not computers. It’s an amazing thing, that I wasn’t sure I could do.

But here we are, 10-11 weeks into the process, and I’ve only missed two days. But something changed about seven days ago, and I started writing poems in my morning pages. Some of them have been posted here, others need work. Today, I swore to myself when I woke up that I would write my thoughts, not another poem. It took about two minutes for this poem to force its way into my brain, and onto the page.

I’m not in love with where this ended up, and it is likely to get a re-write, but here it is nonetheless, in its raw, unedited form. The poetry won’t stop……

I ‘M LUCKY

I’m lucky

I have savings
so I’m not
wondering where my next meal comes from
how I’ll pay rent
or for my car
Which I no longer drive
because there is no work

I’m lucky
I am healthy
and don’t need care
and can go outside
and to the store

I’m lucky
I’m not a doctor
a nurse, or other practitioner
The scenes
of them working
scared, and yet working
weary, and yet working
Wearing trash bags,
and yet working

Am I scared?
Am I worried
about everything?

Yes
And yet,
I’m lucky