Some weeks, it just doesn't gel: started three letters while on election duty last week, and abandoned them all 2-3 pages in. Started a poem earlier today, but it's behaving like parachute material -- flappy in peculiar spots and dead flat on the grass otherwise.
Even so, I've promised myself to get 500 words of sermon drafted tonight. I was trawling through Vassar Miller's
If I Had Wheels Or Love for possible meditation texts just now, and these two poems stopped me in my tracks.
( Prudent / A Word to the Wise )