The Drink’s On Me
Posted on April 19, 2013
“It is spring again. The earth is like a child that knows poems by heart.” ~Rainer Maria Rilke
It’s National Poetry Month! I can’t believe half of April is spent and I have yet to post a poem. I’ve been writing poetry since my early teens and have quite the collection. I recently returned from my birthday trip abroad and thought I’d share a pocket poem I wrote the summer of 1997 whilst sitting in the back of a 1989 metallic blue Toyota Caravan, winding along the Going-to-the-Sun Road in the heart of Glacier National Park en route to a family friend’s wedding. I had just completed my freshman year of college and spent the road trip staring out the window at the chiseled valley seeing my own reflection staring back, knowing that just like the rocky facades, so too I was being molded and shaped through the life experiences thrown my way. Time ticked away while I contemplated life, realizing that I had only just begun this journey and yet felt comforted knowing someday I’d look back enjoying the fruits of labor. I suppose now my sponge is a bit more saturated, so I’ll give it a little squeeze this Friday night- The Drink’s On Me.