“Like many poets I’m part blackbird and part red squirrel and my brain chatters, shrieks, and whistles.” – Jim Harrison
I often cannot write in quiet seclusion;
the menagerie I keep in my head makes
too much racket. In a jazz club, on a busy
street corner, in the midst of a raucous
gathering of family and good friends
my thoughts go quiet, tamed quiet
by noise external. Then I can write.
The song of tree frogs
beep beep traffic jams of joy
go still when we talk
This is part of “28 Days of Unreason”
based on prompts taken from poems
by Jim Harrison.