a beginning

What am I supposed to say? What am I supposed to say? I remember very well, remember very well that day.... Sitting with Natalie on the mountain-top of Lama in New Mexico where rain collects before it d r o p p s, P l o p, p l o p, p l o p! She'd said: Never let the hand stop moving; writing is like sex, always improving. Years after reading her book, only one instruction stuck with me: free-writing, the zen of poetry. By: me.