Last day as a vessel

Tomorrow morning we will go in dawn’s early light to bring this new child into the world. Thus will bring to a close one period of turbulence, and thus begin another. I’m keyed up and not doing a very good job of resting on this last day of my last pregnancy.

I haven’t written much this poetry month, but I haven’t been not writing. I wrote one poem this NaPoWriMo, at a rate of one line a day for a while, until the poem was finished, which brings to a total of poems written this year: 3. Not a grand sum, but more than I wrote all last year, so progress at least.

And the Mass Poetry Festival was a wonderful last hurrah! The incomparable January O’Neil did a tremendous job organizing this awesome event. I’m already looking forward to next year.

Best to you, friends — when I return, I’ll have the results of the Big Poetry Giveaway and perhaps a baby picture or two…