Inspired by my poet friend Laurie MacDiarmid and in honor of Poetry Month, I am going to try to write a poem a day this April.  Here is my first.

I don’t write poetry.

It’s 9:51 pm and my 12 almost 13 year old is still up, watching Full House.

I am going to try to write a poem every day in honor of poetry month.

I am in my chair, slung back.

My classes are planned for tomorrow.

I am trying to clear the detritus from my mind.

I think of going off line.  But I don’t.

The irresistible pull of other people’s minutiae, and the occasional news of the death of someone I once knew but hardly remember.

Facebook.

At least I don’t tweet.

For Easter I recycled old bunnies and ducks under new Peeps and the big surprise, Peeps SOCKS.  And the promise of 50% off candy the next day.  The girls did not appreciate my cleverness.  Turns out I had recycled the same bunny last year.

Poetry might just be a series of well crafted Facebook posts.  I can do that.

Thanks Laurie.