16 May 2022
You would think by now I would know how to make a book of poems. Apparently, I have written six books of poetry. But books are still a mystery to me. I begin, as most poets do, with one poem at a time. I make one poem and then stare at the terrifyingly bright world and convince myself I will never make another poem. Then, I somehow surprise myself and make another poem. I've learned, despite all the protestations of the blood, to trust the process. So that even when poems don't come. Even if I am silent for a long period of time, I believe poems will return to me eventually.
