I wish I could float (with the clouds)
not so much with but above
not so much the earth
but my expectations
leaving them below like
unrecognizable neighborhoods
from an airplane window
a float full of nothing
but airy vacancy
light as a unicorn on
the surface of a swimming pool
clouds shining in the reflection
like stolid trees on the façade
of a mountain lake
This poem is in response to a prompt from my friend and fellow poet Kimberly McAfee (who has a new book! here’s a link to it, and to her instagram). She has a whole list of prompts for the month of September.
It fits in with something that Kirsten Miles of Tupelo Press (Kirsten organizes the 30/30 Program and leads the craft talks, etc) posted in our private August 30/30 Facebook page the other day. I don’t know the origin of this meme, so I’m pasting a screen shot of it below with where Kirsten shared it from.
I feel like this popped into my awareness at exactly the right time, because I have been struggling a lot this past week with the usual misery that crops up in me at near-regular intervals. I’m talking about the kind of misery where I look at social media, or a book, and it dawns on me why I get rejection letters. Suddenly it will hit home how far behind I am from where I would (secretly or not) like to be. I feel crushingly less-than. I wallow in my inadequacy and tear myself down. (I realize this is not a good thing to do, but if I can figure out exactly how to break this cycle forever I will let you know.)
Sometimes social media DOES feel like a competition, though. I look at the posts of more “successful” people and have the uncomfortable sensation that I am involved in a wrestling match I didn’t sign up for. Competition makes me unhappy (this is why I quit gymnastics when I was 12), even competition with myself, but at least that kind can feel productive. I know I’ll never catch up to the people with 10k followers and paychecks from their art. More than likely I wouldn’t like it if I was in that boat anyway, but it sure looks inviting from the bank where all the little people like me stand.
But maybe “making it” isn’t the point.
It IS all so subjective.
How do you “make it,” anyway?
Maybe – definitely – I’m right where I’m supposed to be. For now. Or for good.
What matters is the connections.
Sometimes I will share something on my photography website and manage to reach people in a way where I get replies, people saying “yes! I am feeling this way, too!” When that happens, I know it’s good to keep going. One tiny connection with one person, and I know why I keep at it.
Thanks for being here, readers. Let’s not compete, let’s just create.