in invisible ink
on invisible paper
…that thing you’re not meant to do: write poems about writing poems. But this came unbidden yesterday, and I rather like the slightly unhinged quality of mind that comes when you have a cold, so I’m posting it here in the spirit of transparency.
Another reason for disorientation is the awareness that this time last year we were covered in snow up here and I was leaving for my big trip towards the equator and beyond, into the southern hemisphere and the orient. I can’t believe how quickly the time has passed, how much world I’ve seen in between. A very different winter so far this year – in all sorts of ways.