art begets art

i've not felt inspired (or had the time) to write a poem in a great while. those are the times one wonders if the muse has left. if the gift, revoked. if the talent shriveled up and blown away like a dry leaf.

but then at long last, another poet comes along and shares their words. in this case a dear friend. and in our banter, she lights upon me again and a poem comes without warning. that is the gift of community.


for jon

on days like today
when i have
enough "to do"
for three
people
and i long
for tuesday
when the rush
and harrying
will be over
i am
reminded
tuesday
may never
come
for
me.

i must
take my fill
of pleasure
today

i must speak
my heart
to friends
today

for tuesday
may never
come.