30/30: Day Seventeen

Change o' pace! I HAVEN'T EVEN WRITTEN MY POEM FOR TODAY YET. 

How's that for exciting? 

I feel chatty and more in the mode of prose / blogging / emptying out my head this morning and since you're here, dear reader, you (might) care a little about the following:

  • I'm at the airport; it will be interesting to see how the whole writing a poem everyday thing goes whilst I travel / am away from my daily life. 
  • PEOPLE ARE FASCINATING AND I LOVE EAVESDROPPING. 
  • I like writing in transit--on planes and trains mostly. Car-writing makes me dizzy. Writing on the ferry is lovely. 
  • I've been thinking about my schedule lately and how it's been affected by the past seventeen days of writing; there have been lots of links on social media related to the work of poetry and the schedules of artists. Interesting things to think about. My own reflections:
    • I need to sleep more.
    • I need to read more.
    • I need to watch less television. 
  • My therapist, if I had one right now, would likely say I could try being more kind to myself, cut myself some slack. I'm bad at that. 
  • Random things I am thinking about today BEFORE I've written my poem:
    • We live our lives as though all spaces are our living rooms.
    • When you are wounded, you are most a monster. 
    • We find human connection in symmetry, in reflection; we are light and mirrors. 
  • OK. Flight's boarding. POEM WRITING ON THE PLANE. Meet you back here post-transit.