It’s Sunday evening and I’m writing today from a comfy couch, in an ocean-front condo on Kiawah Island. It’s cool and drizzly outside right now, but yesterday was gorgeous. The sun was shining, sandcastles were being built, and there was a deceptive breeze (meaning we got a little too much sun).
While I sat there feeling very happy and fortunate to be spending my birthday at the beach, I kept thinking about my homework assignment. In last week’s poetry workshop we started working on an epistolary poem. We could address it to anyone, alive or dead. Immediately I knew I would be writing this to my dad. I went back to my first draft and added a few lines, erased another couple, edited some more. This morning after some more time in the sun I started the final edits. Who am I kidding? I will probably continue whittling away at it until my homework is due on Thursday. I tried writing a poem about my dad shortly after he passed. I wasn’t happy with it then, but I guess it’s ok. I’ve written worse things, I’m sure but I want it to be something he would have been proud to read.
For now I’m setting it aside to enjoy this last evening at the beach with S. I’ll share the poem later, but for now here are a few shots from the beach.
