Waiting for Words

I'm on a writing retreat for a few days, where I love talking about books and poems with people who've often read what I have, but I spend most of the time gazing at water and writing.

Yesterday my goal was to write a poem. I failed, but collected about eleven pages of flotsam and jetsam. Stuff that isn't poetry, but might make its way into some. Some ideas and some images – those words evoking the tangible being more valuable. And, what looks like a usable metaphor.

I started yesterday telli...