Home and straight into a sarong.
Refresh the wet cloth around my neck.
Book-launch venue double-checked.
Legal deposit copies posted. Bit by bit.
Earlier today I phoned my pal Frankie.
She listened to me wail awhile,
then said: ‘What’s working?’
Ah! Quite right. So much is.
The world, or this part of it, hots up.
At the same time, my book launch date
hurtles closer, with so much preparation
still to do. Is it any wonder I’m in a lather?
Now that I’ve finally finished that memoir
of that particular pain and joy, along with
old and new books of poems confronting the same —
I contemplate the memoir to follow, the one
to delve deeper, to tell what came next, to
split the world open all over again …
or maybe I’ll just go watch telly.
