Lines written upon discovering that too much time has been spent thinking about how to write instead of actually writing
I need not consider these things.
I should not always wait to wonder.
What’s a question? A question about
One’s self is like a hat. Put it on, take it
off, depending on the weather.
The point is to go despite the weather.
Wrap yourself up; it’s cold outside.
Bring extra water — the heat, you know, always
The heat.
The down vest packs small if you squeeze.
The clever little kit: pot, pan, plate, utensils
Folded together and locked not to rattle.
You can roll out your bed in the rain.
You can stagger in the wind, your open coat a sail.
If you can stand the bugs, there will be stars.