I’m procrastinating a little on getting started with my writing today . . . maybe has something to do with this being the first day I’m behind, due to a totally worthwhile and awesome double-date last night with John and Sarah. Also maybe has something to do with the fact that I need to step off the map for awhile before I can get back to my outline because there are a whole bunch of missing pieces to fill in. Scary!

Anyway . . . I was browsing through my old version of this novel – 81,000 words. I didn’t even realize I had written that much the last time. It’s a totally different story now. Anyway . . . I found this poem in there and thought I’d put it up because I like the atmosphere it captures.

when we would walk
do you remember the night breezes?
the tiny flowers along the path
I never picked them, once you put one in my hair.

when we would walk
and whispers fit better in the wood stillness
do you remember the footstep echoes on the bridges?
we’d stop and stare into the water, watching the cloud reflections.

when we would walk
do you remember what we talked?
the subjects covering the ground like fallen leaves
too many to count, too old to pick up again

when we would walk
in the night, only your strong lean hand to catch me
do you remember the trains going by?
you wanted to catch one and ride away. I – I wanted you to stay.

when we would walk
the haunting whistles in the mist
do you remember all the times we kissed?

Ok – back to that daunting task of whittling through 3,000 words today.