National poetry month was forgotten by me—
me—of all people.
I’m getting old, slowing, I know
but it was never in me,
or so I thought
to give my Self over
so totally to work and responsibilities
until I could not
remember the extra,
important parts added to me, by me.
I surprise me daily, in new ways.
Like now, with my insistence on
returning my Self to me,
and how I’m finding the impetus.
© 2014 Shari Lynne Smothers