Saturday, February 1
Hilo, day 7
Not much sleeping last night. Yesterday’s rain seems to have kept things nice and comfortable here, and the night was certainly pleasant. The sleep I had was good, there just wasn’t much of it. Up since 2:30, finally out of bed at 4 wide awake, ready for coffee, and eager to write.
Finishing up the “It burned” line, and creating a morph into “Let them say we warmed ourselves by it,” the turn into the poem’s last lines. This won’t be my end of writing the piece, but it will be the piece’s end. I’m hearing it well and want to get it done, then will get back to the middle section.
After writing, Pattie wanted to get some gifts at the big Saturday farmer’s market; I got a head-shave; we splurged on massages...Read More