I was rolling along last year, inspired, hammering out more verse in a month than I typically would write over several years – when I fell overboard
swallowed up like Jonah by the great white whale that is my career. 
That happens a lot, an occupational hazard.

And then NOTHING at all came to me for months on end.
I never intended to revisit poems I had previously written
but suddenly there were several obvious follow-ups that presented themselves.
No subtelty
SECOND VERSE, (almost) SAME AS THE FIRST.
WRITE THIS.  RIGHT NOW.

So I’m not certain if this is just the natural next chapter, or if it portends a weird method of transportation to get us where we’re going.
But clearly 2026 poetry is going to be an interesting ride.