Pandemic Poem #36

Camp Chase Trail, 4.2

Distilling my day

into words

should not be so difficult.

Writing

is like

walking.

Put one foot

in front of the other

and repeat.

Put one word

after another and repeat

until it needs punctuated.

But walking

is not like writing.

There is a finish line

a finite destination

where the walker

can review his progress

against only himself

and feel success.

The writer

is judged

against the page

quality vs. quantity

publication vs. draft

time vs. talent

and other such notions.

The writer

never wins.