2025 really ate my lunch, and here we are, almost halfway through 2026, and I’m still recovering. The ills that befell me directly were minimal, but the ills that befell people close to me were staggering: terminal diagnoses, chemotherapy, radiation, hospice, deaths, evictions, relocations, and more.
My intentions for 2025 got lost in this sea of troubles, and I never really set any intentions for 2026. But the beginning of Lexington Poetry Month invites me to move the compass needle a little more in a direction of my choosing, so here goes: https://lexpomo.com/poem/unprepared/
Here’s to better days, a better month…and please, dear Muse, better poetry!
The Daily Compost 