2.Write a “not ready” poem, or even “never ready” poem. Sometimes, we’re just not ready for the things that come our way.
Hoping that you wouldn’t notice,
or maybe that you would? You did.
forcing me to choose, as usual. Not
sure why we do this dance that pits
us, one against the other. We were
never lovers, only ever friends. Yet,
love extended stretches out to fill
the years between us. Your fears,
or mine? And time keeps moving
forward, like water soothing stone
smoothing whatever protrusions
might arise. Wearing them away,
to empty nothingness. You are
water to my stone. Once told me,
I was home, then left me there
alone, and I will never know
the reason. Left in a huff then,
and now again yesterday, when I said
I wanted to finish what I’d started.
And I did. This long parting wears
at heart, like stone receiving water,
wave on wave breaking against surface.
But this time, with a purpose. Now,
at least I know what it is I must
let go, must leave behind.
Elizabeth Crawford 11/2/10