Again, taking the feeling of anxiety I get in the fall, compounded by the millions of activities that seem to spring out of the lethargy of August, I am trying to take a feeling and make it bigger. Put it into abstraction. Connect to the larger world.
October always makes me anxious.
The birds wake up later
their calls less frantic and hurried.
The sun spends less time hanging around
even though its light is sweeter.
The squirrels dig through the yard
at a breakneck pace.
September always comes around
with its new-crayon smell and its brand-new
notebook page promises,
but always ends the same way.
The novelty wears off, as we are carried
across the seasonal borders
finding ourselves in
firecracker color explosions
and the rains
we all know