Though beginnings seem easy,
a blank slate can lead
to a blank slate. All this white
makes me think of a cutting board
full of lemons. I cut them open
and let out light, let out shine.
I squeeze them, turning my wrist
this way, then that. I fill a pot
with the juice, add sugar
to match. Cook on low until
the granules dissolve.
This is concentrated.
I want to concentrate on other things
besides lemonade. I want to write
grand sweeping lines that shake
my readers to their bones.
But these lemons need
using. The world is full of things
and people that are just waiting
for you to show up
and give them reason for life.