Testing

I took us to places
where it was
difficult to hear each other
over the wind,
over the waves.
I took us to places where it was
difficult to see each other,
hands wiping
the hair and the mist
from our faces.

I read a review of one place
so close to the shore that the
“waves were too loud
for conversation.”

Take us
to that place.
Where we can’t speak
without being
interrupted
by the weather.
Where we can’t speak
of anything more
than what we gather at our feet –
agates and abandoned shells
of moon snails,
small stones with faces.
Line them up along a crooked
piece of driftwood.

Then walk out along the shore,
to scan the water for creatures,
pointing to the faintest clearing
in the clouds,
over the the Olympics.

~ Megan M. Codera

 

Seizing the Habit

I wake before five most days. I write every day. Even if it’s only a few lines, notes, or seeds to feed more lines and larger pieces other days. I work a full week and my evenings fill quickly with daily demands, just like everyone else. I try to split my weekends between words and family time. It’s no easy task. There are so many days I would rather just play with the family or do nothing at all. (Though even they have noticed I’m much more pleasant if I have gotten in my daily word fix). I am fortunate they support the time I spend with words. I’ve only had this steady momentum since last November, but it’s taken me far too long to seize this habit and I’m not going to ease up now.

Whatever your passion, whatever you medium, I encourage you to do the same. Find something to create or share every day. Notice things. Put them through pencils, pens and paint. Take pictures. These things will fuel your creations and if you choose to share, maybe you will encourage others to do the same. We all need this.

~ Megan M. Codera