ASSURANCES OF GULLIVER
Poor Lilliputians and my egg shaped conundrum! At least they have the strength of their convictions when I have only pondering to share the space between my ears. What sense could the world make if there is no one right way and each person is free to open the egg from either end or leave the thing intact, having instead maybe a bagel? I have been looking for the combinations to unlock the universe when possibly it’s an egg shaped thing with no doors or locks and all that’s left is to break in or out.
Believe what you can do.
She writes poetry like fusion jazz,
more fun to make than to listen to.
She stands at the podium serving as a bad example.
I pray as she reads,
“Lord, please don’t let me get sucked into
the self-importance of bad poetry
for the sake of peering peers,
Forgetting to write what is there
for the world, the readers,
the things which bring the word pictures
and sets them before me.
Lord, remind me that the writing is not done for me,
but done for as Billy Collins quotes,
for the love of strangers.”
You are reading selections from Sober on the Way to Sane and More Lines From My Life by Sherrie Theriault