I love this union of meandering and arriving — how we take the journey with the narrator, trusting our guide won’t leave us on the path. I love how the form of the poem mirrors the creative process itself — often I find the hardest part to be taking all those loose ends from ‘unfinished’ alternate paths and deciding whether to sew them in or cut them free.
Not wanting to look up to see the ceiling during birth or death--wow. That hit me harder as you walked us through this poem than it did the first time I read it. ❤️
I love this union of meandering and arriving — how we take the journey with the narrator, trusting our guide won’t leave us on the path. I love how the form of the poem mirrors the creative process itself — often I find the hardest part to be taking all those loose ends from ‘unfinished’ alternate paths and deciding whether to sew them in or cut them free.
Thank you, Maggie. I appreciate you.
What is “for dear life’?
Thanks for the lovely poem. I can totally relate to it!
Not wanting to look up to see the ceiling during birth or death--wow. That hit me harder as you walked us through this poem than it did the first time I read it. ❤️