2019 was not a year for blogging. I didn’t plan it that way. But from late spring onwards, what plans I had for the year were snatched away and I was flying by the seat of my pants.
2020 is also going to be a year for flying by the seat of the pants. At least I am prepared for it. I am making plans, but …
This does tie in with my single 2019 New Year’s Resolution, the advice of Jordan B Peterson to clean up my room. And I’ve cleaned it up enough to have freed more creative time and space for 2020, if all goes smoothly. There’s a story, but I’ll save that for another blog.
I’m kicking off 2020 with, believe it or not, poetry. I think it’s poetry. Maybe it isn’t really poetry. It’s a series anyway and I’m calling it Tricks of Light. It’s about observations made during walks in nature. It’s about paying attention.
Here’s the first. Read it as a draft. I’m aiming for at least one a week.
Tricks of Light I
At first glance it looked like that young squirrel
(born late in the seasonal cycle) – its tail –
arched for balance as it thieved
food from the bird table. I was leaving
extra food. It would survive the season
to thrive, unless preyed upon.
At second glance it was a leaf
lanceolate – bowed-down,
twitching in the tight breeze.
At third glance I tried to switch it with a spell,
back to adolescent squirrel tail.
But the leaf held fast to its own self
a green spear – already rusting back from its tip –
piercing my winter-weakened powers.
Or was it that, my powers mellowed by winter,
to have the squirrel I also had to have the leaf?
Ann Isik 2020
Have a creative 2020.