Ductile Anchors

This poem, along with Walt Whitman’s spider, stays with me always. More so than even Dylan Thomas’s work about grief and death (“Rage, Rage Against the Dying of the Light”) or about growing older (“Fern Hill”), I used to know this one by heart because I always felt it in my heart.

I write because I want to write. It may never support me, but that’s why I have a job.

So I can write.

And also draw these poor comics. I really should re-think this endeavor maybe.