April 14, 2020

[Title Goes Here]
     
My derriere is in the chair.
I start to type. I type the date.
I type "Title Goes Here" –
bold and in brackets, which is,
maybe, just another way of saying,
cocky but not quite cocksure,
audacious but leaving ample
room to amble a bit, to meander
or even stumble my way to an
Ah-ha! or a Eureka!

It has to be this way. It is
the appointed hour, but that is
basically all I know at this
point. Some days, I arrive with
a germ, a seed, or a rocket
in hand, and my job is to let it
spread or grow or launch 
on its own terms. Other days,
my job is just to show up for
the appointment, start to turn
the crank, see what happens:

I muse. Or, I seek communion
with one or more muses. They
take pity, occasionally, and
condescend to commune with me,
a poor wanderer, a rough-cut
way-farer, who fares in her own way –
that is, in fair-to-middlin' fashion –
but who knows, at least,
how to show up for a daily
appointment with discovery.