When I began this daily writing practice, it often felt like a game of connect-the-dots. As the summer days fly and take me with them, I feel barely tethered–until I sit down to write. Even a few sentences suffice. The project now feels more like links in a chain. Strong and certain.
“our bond would not break,
the way the last child in crack-the-whip
may fly, feet off the ground, and the chain
-from Sharon Olds’ “The Bed”
(Post 174 of 365)