I’m not sure how to sum up this last week. So I offer you this sample of my writing from 2008 instead.
Poems, like shoes following your feet, travel with your thoughts.
They do not create your thoughts any more than a shoe creates the foot.
But like shoes, the words you choose can seem beautiful, or old, or overstated.
Sometimes shoes get stuck in the mud. the beauty is that we then have a choice. Do we pull our feet out of the shoes and wade to shore or do we stand there waiting for rescue?
After all, what is a little mud?