Said and Done

9:44 in the morning. I have done

what I usually do to get me headed

into my day—coffee, well into the

second cup; dogs leashed and out

to poop and pee; classical music

tuned in to further stimulate me

(nothing like Vivaldi to get the

juices flowing). Read another man’s

poetry, and begin to write with a few

thoughtful lines of my own. Crap,

no good! This one is going nowhere.

Begin again. Nada, zilch, another

literary Hindenburg burst into flames…

Oh, the humanity! 10:00 AM. I’d bet

Whitman and Frost had a few false

starts in their time. And look where

they are today. Could be I’m already

there, the last man standing, having

already said what needed saying without

a damned thing else left to say.

Chris Hanch 8-18-18