Twenty-six days. Four more to go. Writing a poem every day.

It’s been fraught, this undertaking intentional creation. I feel as if I’m on a tightrope making my way across an open space without a net or a balancing pole.

I wonder who will care that I write poems every day this month. As I write my daily poems, I worry everyone will see I don’t know what I’m doing. That I’m a fraud.

Yet, I am doing it.

The trick, I finally understand, is to move forward even when the way is unclear. It’s the willingness to sit with the uncertainty, to embrace negative capability.


Imposter Syndrome


they are people more famous than I will ever be

they hold hearts beating   
palm up to the heavens

they see paths undreamt of
to places beyond imaging

yet they, like me, sit in dim corners
on sunbright patches of grass

amidst crowds

and know, skin pebbled with cold,
the mob eager for our unmasking

is just behind us

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