There is war in Ukraine, war in Israel and Palestine. I’ve not been inspired to write about war.
Earthquakes, hurricanes, floods and volcanic eruptions are causing massive displacement and loss of life around the globe. Although I am overwhelmed by the magnitude of these tragedies, they have not informed my work.
There is paralysis in the United States Congress and deep political divides among our citizens. I’ve written nothing about it.
We are plagued by racism, poverty, addiction, the influx of immigrants. Many poets, novelists, essayists and artists address these issues in their work. Not a line from me, at least in recent years.
Disparities in health care, education, housing, employment. Nothing.
The last poem I completed was about a sunflower.
My last free write ended with
Just look at this page
Inky squiggles that evidence thought
Wonder-full
What thought was that? Clearly, my imagination has not been fueled by the things that trouble me most. Should it be? I wonder.