Beginning a Novel
Is like embarking
On a long sea voyage.
You’ve been promised
You’ll find something
Beautiful awaiting you
On the other side.
But your eyes on the deep
Waters of its middle pages,
You run aground
On a sentence
Like a reef of rock
Missing from the charts.
You wince feeling the hull
Scrape along it, not because
It is a bad sentence,
But because it is
A great one,
One of those sentences
So good you can’t
Bear to read another.
So you go back to shore,
Vow never to travel again,
Raise children who grow
Nervous when carried
Out of hearing of the sea.
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Looking forward to checking it out from the Fairfax library!
Work through the pain, Austin!