I play the word game
puzzle letters in bits and pieces
lose scraps in dusty corners
and the F-word’s caught in a web.
So I plant potatoes in my bed,
chase gophers in the garden,
do battle with aliens,
and have tea with a purple moth.
Wait until it all comes around
and a zillion fragments one day merge
into a new and unpredictable work
This little ditty was inspired by chapters 7 and 8.
I reflected on earlier chapters in January.
Chasing Flickers (chapters 1 and 2)
First Make the Sounds (chapters 3 and 4)
Of Beans, Sawdust, and Kitchen Floors (chapters 5 and 6)