Writing is like anything.
It’s like breathing or smoking
and watching how the smoke
rises around your face
then looking at the make of your vehicle,
a GMC, and noticing the license plate
says vacation land. I don’t believe it’s
always meant to be hard.
Sometimes it’s meant to be what you see.
What you feel. What you remember.
I know, remembering what you felt can
bring on the terribly difficult and that
portion can certainly be hard.
But it’s all right there. Waiting.
It’s a matter of doing it.
All of it. Just like anything else.