#532: On Writing 60 Poems in 30 Days

I think I know why I’m writing these poems–
I’ve two a day for a full thirty days.
If for only one month in the whole year
I’ve found a discipline that keeps me true
to the kind of thing I most want to do.
No one’s waiting, holding their breath for me,
there would be no consequence for failure,
the planet would spin, no one the wiser.
The only external motivator
it seems, the month itself, April, that’s it,
and the fact that I said that I would do it,
which means something. I think it really does.
True to my word, true to the word, I’ve been.
Relief, I’m done: but I’ll do it again.