I had never felt so empowered. I had expressed myself, healed myself, entertained myself, recorded myself and I had changed the way I felt. All through the simple act of writing a poem.
I hadn't intended to write a poem indeed nothing had been further from my mind because I was on an archaeological field trip. In Ireland last summer.
You could tell it was summer because the trees were green and the kids were out of school but the cold wind and rain made it feel like winter, or possibly like summer, in Patagonia.