wordless

I spent the first ten days of April back in Durham, doing some book things, some cookies business, and seeing good friends in a place that feels like home to me. In the process, I haven’t kept my promises to write each day during April. Here is my defense.

I know I’ve been silent,
even after I said I would
write a poem everyday,

there are blanks where
poems should have been.

because I thought about
a question I once heard
asked of photographers:

what’s the best picture
you didn’t take?

and I chose to stay up
late talking and laughing
rather than writing,

keeping only the images
my heart could carry.

Peace,
Milton