26 August 2009

Not half bad

I got up early to write this morning but felt all fuzzy and had no momentum, so I crawled back under the covers and laid there for a while, not quite awake and not asleep or dozing, and not quite daydreaming. When I felt I had had enough of that, I turned the light on low and worked on a poem.

I don't know what is the best way to write a poem (OK, except for the kind that just comes all in one lump), but in bed, under the covers, very early in the quiet of a cloudy summer morning, is not half bad.

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