In three words I can sum up everything I’ve learned about life: it goes on.~ Robert Frost

May fourth, coming up four years ago.
Nine hundred seventy-one times.
A poem a day. Some days it was a challenge,
travelling, poor connections, hospitalized,
head-over-heels in life. Some days easy,
something gripped me, told me it was right
for “tomorrow.” It’s been right for my recovery,
the thing I most needed to do, to hear, to know.
Then there are these days, since the kids left,
just hubby and me, and he’s sick, so just me.
And I’ve gotten later and later, three days straight.
The poem, not written the night before,
later and later. Today? No inspiration, no desire…
But there’s value, even without impulse.
What’s worth doing is worth doing,
want to or not.