Song of the Overwhelmed Bard
Take away the rush and the clutter,
the frantic dancing in my head;
Take away my plotting parley,
proffer passage to my bed.
Take away what’s mattered mostly
in the morning when I’m gone:
Take away my sacred touchtones,
my whiskey and my song.
J. Howard is a local poet, driver of this month's Truck, and coordinator of A Splendid Wake. She teaches writing at Montgomery College.