Here’s my draft for today, Wednesday 05.15.19.
Hawaiʻi Sonnet 55
One day it’s a wine-dark sea and rosy-fingered dawn
the next it’s a stranger’s hairclip sitting on the sink of your motel room in Barstow . . .
Writing is an apprenticeship in capturing the vast
knows no finished line, no ten thousand hours
to claim expertise, no finally earned journeyman status
a craft never mastered
an eternal experiment
a ladder to climb that reaches beyond the stars
a recurring ride to hell in a claustrophobic handbasket
pleasure always puzzled and pain ever pieced
incessant struggle for sound
against infinite silence
a single word always
searching for another