A week from tomorrow, the journey begins.
Of course, one might ask when a true such beginning occurs: is the very prospect of embarking on a journey the beginning? Must one wait for the actual footfalls on the path? Do the preparatory measures count as a portion of the journey itself?
In any case, I’ve written no verse as yet (that will be saved for All Fool’s Day), but occasionally a flash of inspiration will come to me, to be locked away for an April day. At any rate, I’m eager to begin, and (admittedly) eager for a much-needed distraction from some of this incarnation’s demands.
I’ll try to have a glass of wine or a snifter of whiskey handy to celebrate the project’s inauguration. Every poet needs his muse 😉