A Poem
Sometime around February or March of this year I stopped finishing poems, and sometime around May I stopped really trying to write them. This was a creative drought. Feeling like I have nothing to say is familiar, but following a fall where I was writing almost daily, I found it frustrating all the same. A couple weeks ago a happenstance that has happened many times before happened once again. It was a simple moment that roused me to revisit a poem I had started two years ago, in the fall of 2022. What has resulted is an entirely different poem, but the sentiment stayed the same. Probably this is also not its final version, but I shared it was a friend and they offered a valuable (and perhaps unintentional) edit that, in my opinion, improved the poem vastly. So I am putting it here, mostly to allow this iteration of it a place to live all its own, but perhaps also to open it up to opinions. Which- if you have some- I encourage you to share. - Cat Making We’re makers. Or maybe mod