It’s Saturday in Rochester, New York. My daughters sleep and I ready the wordle. When most of you read this I’ll be exploring the wonders of Niagra Falls with my step daughter, Julie. TL is staying at RIT (Rochester Institute of Technology) for a week long exploration of college opportunity. It’s an exciting time for her, and bittersweet watching her curl tendrils into the blooming world.
Due to a busy vacation I pulled this week’s wordle words from a Wallace Stevens poem. He is my vacation poet of 2011. ha! How fortuitous that a baker’s dozen week should fall on wordle 13. For those of you newer to the venue, I add a word every third Sunday of the month. This week’s thirteenth word is “jostles.”
You guys are what’s keeping me Internet connected and writing during vacation. Thank you for that. The piece I wrote was cathartic for me, and I may not have gone there without the whirl.
Thank you for participating. Please check back to read Thursday or Friday as a lot of poems filter in toward the end of each week.