It’s a difficult habit, hard to maintain -
to peg the reading, writing, with place and date
much easier to buy a book and scrawl my name
and leave the rest blank, no city or state.
For a few days I have put the writing off -
“get to it another time, when less fragile” -
may be scribbled a direct draft in the blog.
But in the end I must make a fresh new file
and nothing of the cities now left behind
lodged in the making of these new documents
and nothing once I finish writing these lines
to signal homesickness and reminiscence.
Life’s perhaps a sonnet but the universe