‘And the days are not full enough’


And the days are not full enough
And the nights are not full enough
And life slips by like a field mouse
Not shaking the grass.

Ezra Pound

I chose this poem tonight because I just signed up for a writer’s workshop called “The Writer’s Loft.” It will start in January. I am looking forward to it so much! (though my days and nights are most certainly going to be full enough…)