A Thursday morning post.
On Saturday, I was in an auto accident. Hit from behind. It’s strange when you don’t see it coming. Can’t prepare. Can’t brace yourself. After the impact, it was like an out of body experience, seeing me flail forward and then jerk back as the loud shattering bang rang in my ears. Now the job is self-care. Rest and healing. Seeking the doctors and insurance adjusters, mechanics and parade of automobiles. How long will it take to put the pieces back together?
The attempt to get back to the practice of writing. Finding words, finding my voice. I will put on the headset and continue to transpose. My time shortened as I am gentle with myself.
Took my first poetry workshop in many years. It was scary and fun and a chance to connect.
I leave you with one of the poems I created. See you next week.
I am weary of this world
but you will be my girl
who will say that I’m not quite obsolete
even in the end
you will be my facebook friend
schooling foodies on the hippest place to eat
wearing purple blue and green
you dance the serpentine
and flail erotic while I’m on my knees
with a long-surrendered shout
my tattered soul comes out
I iron it so it becomes pristine
you will bite it with your teeth
I will bleed to get relief
we are vagabonds who travel without dreams
I help you with your words
you say “aging’s for the birds”
I kiss you before you start to lie
fearless to undress
with your head upon my chest
morning makes you glisten in my eye
Zack Hoffman 2017