I still feel between worlds, but we’re getting on with things here. Working the yard, getting worked, enjoying the sun, rain and everything between. Our car battery’s gone dead a few times in recent days, which is kind of how I feel. I get all jump-started, but how to keep the charge?

Been writing like a madman. I mean, about seven—what I would call—decent poem drafts in the last few days. Working over themes of doubt and faith, revising the ms., shaping a new chapbook at the hint of an editor. Thinking about what it is that I’m really trying to say with the collection. Maybe I understand myself more fully now.

Thinking of a certain pond and raft and this poem.