When you’re in between

And change is mud season,

Mucky, murky, and you

Are stuck at the side of the road,


Avoiding the ruts

Got you nowhere.

There is fear in the middle.


No one loves uncertainty,

And the risk to move forward

Seems grim. It requires


A shedding of the past –

The tire iron at the ready.


We have nothing to believe

In anymore. Science her very self

Is under the microscope,


And condemned a witch.

Burn her at the stake.

Her feet sway under a long, grey,

Flax dress. Tiny black

slippers pointed like a ballerina’s.


We should have listened

To her long ago. But denial

Is so easy to believe

When the world is dying.


This is Poem #34 from the  Poem (almost) Everyday Project. Starting in mid-January 2016, I decided for one year to wake mornings and write a poem before my first cup of coffee on each day that I didn’t teach. I was working part-time then, so in the end I wrote 241 poems.  These are second drafts of  those pieces copied directly from my journal with minimal editing from their “vomit draft” state.

Crypto Map

This poem is part of a series inspired by my visit to The International Cryptozoology Museum in Portland, Maine.