1/30 - this first poem

Okay - I'm going to post the 30/30 poems here, too.

This first poem

should be a good one.

Neither haiku,

nor list.

Tone-setting,

not necessarily groundbreaking

hinting at 29 riper, juicier

 unblemished, delicious  fruits to come.

This one is like the first fig

you did not want to pick

the flesh not moistening pinkness

neither sweet start nor tangy finish

but green, pulpy, unsatisfying.

But you could not wait for the sticky juice

of poem between your fingers

needed to flow ink through frozen winter pathways

remind neurons their job is

only connect.

A little hard, a bit rough, perhaps stilted

Writing, like renewal,

is a process.

And you must start somewhere.

c. e. amato 4.11