#NewThisDay Writing From My Photo Stream

Tonight, walking home from the Lily Poetry Review reading at the Seattle Library, where about twenty of us read, I found myself singing cheerfully and playfully, and I realized the low hum of irritability and exhaustion and grumping was anxiety about the reading tonight. Reading for the first time from the book with so many peers and trying to sort out the best introduction. . . .I was pleased with my reading after all, and it was well received. And I felt cheerful and lighthearted. The challenge of the risk and vulnerability behind me. It was a long day that ended well. So many great poets reading together tonight. It has been a rich experience. And I am waking at 4:30 a.m. to depart. This morning I could barely move, I was so tired. But got up at six, and didn’t want to swim, but went anyway, and was glad, of course. I’m glad I came. And glad to be heading home. It should be an interesting return, losing three hours, and then the clocks at home changing. I will be glad for a walk to the river with Charlie on the wintery grass.