25/05/2022

 

 

What happened to the idea that I would write and post

ten lines a day, at least not at most

and every single turn of the earth

would bring forth its crop of I wonder.

I suddenly remembered I had had the plan

the intention and the scheme - another "also ran"

to be productive in a regular way

until life, the universe and everything

somehow got in the way. 

That's what happened to the I, dear.