I suppose if one invokes poetry long enough one has to sit down and write.
I've been doing that for a while -- I asked Laura how long has it been? and she says sometime in late June.
I started getting up and making tea and taking it upstairs, and just writing. Every morning. Although apparently I didn't do it every monring when we were at the Grand Canyon. Fair enough. I was keeping it together.
And so now I have things I have written and am writing and am going to write -- that is, finished pieces, drafts, and notes.
And what I find is that I'm terrified. There's not even an "of what." There's just terror.
So tomorrow I will get up and do it again.