Everything, a Found Poem
Often I am asked,
Who taught me to write?
All the blank times, the daydreaming, the boredom, the American legacy of loneliness and alienation, the sky,the desk, a pen, the pavement, small towns I’ve driven through.
Writing became the tool I used
To digest my life
Not because everything was hunky-dory
But because we can use everything we are.
We have no choice.
Our job is to wake up
from Natalie Goldberg’s Long Quiet Highway: Waking Up in America (p. 19, Bantam trade paperback)
You can read more about Long Quiet Highway at my other site here.
Photo from FlickRiver here