Choose your own path, 2018
mixed media on A5 paper
It took a long time before I realised that one must answer the call to create. Not just when I felt like it. Not just when I felt inspired or had time. There is a respect that must be paid to …well…whomever or whatever you call it. That divine wellspring. The origin. This is a poem about that.
This the demand:
…your ‘yes’ must be oceanic. Wide, glad-hearted. Dark
is OK: troubled, turbulent, all that, just keep on. The shoreline
shows up only at your final depletion…
Her skin is hot, her arms a drawstring strained
around kids, lover, home.
Here’s her mouth loosening. A howl, a torrent
down her cheeks as out she wades.
Oh brave and brave, knowing herself
insufficient, yet strangely perfect for the job.