Waiting for What I Want

Blessed are the meek
For they have
Learned to soften
like the clay at the bottom
Of a river
And so they move,
Protean
Diffusive
Amphibian
Never attached
Never dry
Never cracked
Never broken because
Choosing porousness
They know nothing is wholly theirs
Which means everything is.

Nov. 4, 2020

Many of my dear friends and fellow scribblers are writing daily these days, and maybe you are too. We’re part of a longstanding tradition called 30 Poems in November, and we write to raise funds for the work of Center for New Americans, a local non-profit that supports newcomers to this country on the level of goods, services, helpful information, English lessons and more. I am posting first drafts of my poems daily on my blog, although I am defining “Poem” loosely. I would be grateful if you would sponsor me and/or another poet. All funds go directly to Center for New Americans.