I’m trying
not to lose the momentum, 
the impetus,
the drive and determination
to write 30 poems this month. 
Already I’m counting the days I’ve missed, 
castigating myself for skipping
even though I was
traveling, 
tired, 
uninspired. 
Can I find my groove 
and grind out 7 more?
I’ll be back here tomorrow night, 
trying to find some words
that will make a poem
if I fit them together right.