So Much Waiting

As I was getting myself together Monday morning, still in pieces from the weekend, there was a spider sitting on the wall. It took me several minutes to get him outside and settled into his new home, the bush.

Last night I wrote two slam poems, both of a political nature. I must have had some inspiration left over from the other night, because they look wonderful in their first shape. I've never been a great fan of free verse poetry, but now I can see it as a method of writing an essay, but artistically, so that it can't be opposed, only disliked. Tonight, I continued work on my great big graphic novel project with Eric Gravel. Months ago, it was completely figured out; today, it's not. I found weaknesses that I am resolving, tweaking it at nearly every step.

And earlier today, I was in an area of the city that always makes me uncomfortable. Suspicious at every corner, always on alert. Ready, if ever I must, to just walk on by.