A Writer's Notebook, Day Five-Hundred-And-Fifty-Two

I often am uncertain of my work these days.  It is not that I think it isn't good, but I am not always able to follow why I am choosing to write about this or that.  I am relying very much on what comes to mind as I start a poem, and am getting to a place where I trust those impulses.  I am certain that is a boom, but I am also still getting accustomed to the work that often results from that approach.