It’s nearly midnight and I’ve not yet
done my daily poem. The exercise is
automatic writing—the beginning as simple as
a first word and another and most may,
after all, become the scaffolding into
the real poem, then the opening
is knocked away the way some knock away
first marriages and others
our one marriage, again and again
and who’s to know, finally, which one is
the meant life, the yes
in a sea of broken things.
Carolyn Scarbrough has published in Gulf Coast, Poet Lore, Sundog, Tar River Poetry, Conduit, Connecticut River Review, High Desert Journal, Minnesota Review, and The Southeast Review. She has an MFA from the Bennington College Writing Seminars, works as a pediatric ICU nurse, and is the mom to five kids, two dogs and the cat. Basically, she says, she writes despite all the reasons to not write, much like a willful child!