While driving to and from Kansas City yesterday, alone on the return trip, I began to form a poem in my mind, partly to pass time but mostly because I’m tied to Book #2 for the next several weeks and wanted to make the trip count. By the time we pulled into our driveway I had all but finished a rough of the poem and needed to get it onto paper at once.
Unfortunately, we found other things that needed doing after we got home and several hours passed before I sat down with a pen and pad — and by then some of the key phrases had already slipped away. I captured what I could, and this morning I’m in a serious search for the rest. Surely those missing links are still floating around up there, playing a wretched game with me of hide-and-go-seek.