I miss my tribe.
The house is full of pessimistic
scientific thinkers.
I can’t coax them into poetry.
“I just can’t appreciate it,” says one.
“Poetry. Yeah. Whatever,” says the other.
They analyze and ruminate with
cold logic.
They don’t hear the wind’s song,
or feel the blackbird’s call.
I am a lone poet boat tossing
on their scientific sea.
But soon, my tribe will come.
I will be immersed in the language
of verse, pressed into prose.
I will know the companionship
of a crowd of like minds,
feeding on the energy to
fuel our words,
until we come together
again.
.
.
Just 2 weeks until Word on the Lake Writers’ Festival here in Salmon Arm, BC
I’m looking forward to learning from Diana Gabaldon, C. C. Humphreys, Gary Geddes, Ursula Maxwell-Lewis, Carmen Aguerra, Carolyn Swayze, Howard White, and more! It’s always a fantastic weekend for a bargain price. You should come. Seriously.
Shawn L. Bird 