When you set out to write 30 poems in 30 days,
and someone buys you a ticket to California,
When it is the 27th day and you are only up to poem
13, write five poems
in one sitting.
When you jam your finger playing football,
pull it out
and let it heal.
When an ice cube hail mary’d
shatters the bone on that finger,
When you have deadlines approaching
and you write for them instead,
When you have a moment to breathe,
between meetings and work,
between homework and birthdays,
write a poem.