(Title after a poem by James Wright, “Today I Was Happy So I Made This Poem”)
Today I was happy so I ran a brush through my hair one hundred times. The grip of the comb a gratitude itself, look how I clutch, look how I hold, look how I care for myself.
Today I was happy so I gathered one hundred children and told them tales. I said I was magic, that I had a gift, that I could turn them into something bigger.
Grown-ups?, one asked.
Something big and singular and multi-named like the wind.
They were not actually children, they were words, but all of them are new again to me, young again to me. I lost all my words after my brain squeezed them silent, but I got them back, and I grip them like a comb, and I brush and I brush and I brush.
Look how I care for myself.
This post, like my hair, is a study of frizz and frazzle. This post, like my hair, was brushed too many times. It is aerated, reaching toward the ceiling, falling to the clouds. It is, as promised: wind.
Today I was happy. I said I was magic.
I meant it.
Day One of NanoPoblano! What are you committing to this November? A commitment to cleaning up your blog? Writing things you don’t share? Spending some time away from screens? Cheering on other writers and bloggers? 30 days of writing? Some combination?
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