When I signed up for the 30 Poems in 30 Days challenge, I didn’t know it would alter my daily outlook.

Like a Buddhist I set my intention for the day, which takes the form of a poem.

But there’s a chasm between the intention and the poem.

No matter how sincerely I approach the intention (pay more heed, listen better, be kind) the poem has its own ideas.

It writes itself, regardless of my intention.

Old Ern

Driving Old Ern

Bus-like

On the edge of my seat

So my toes meet the pedals.

Just barely.

A tank, a

Chevy, of course,

Bashed-in rear

Taped up mirror

No clock.

Born in 2003

Once used to haul kids

Now a place to sleep

Between gigs.

Oh no

Not me,

I’m just the van-sitter

While the kids are away.

But behind the wheel

I pretend this is my

Band van.

Outta my way.

#Chevyvan

#30poemsin30days