not having written a poem in awhile
not having played the piano in awhile
not having strummed the uke in awhile
not having plunked a tune on the strumstick in
awhile
not having words of my own (i mean
the unrepentant sort) to turn this way
and that, to write out, and play with
in awhile
that is, a space of time
and waiting for the worst
or something less than best
at best
and being OK with that
well, not really
