oh where oh where can she be?

with neither notice
nor intent
the poet in her
nods off periodically
for naps,
some of them
of some depth and length,
not unlike the way she nods off
when she reads before bed—
snoozing, drifting away,
the conscious mind
unavailable,
returning
for no more than a flash
of plot before
evaporating
yet again
into slumber,
having snagged
only a few words,
an occasional phrase …
         porthole … smolder …
         butt-hugging red dress …
         periwinkle … pinecone …
         awkward and original …

—dotty seiter

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Notes about poem and art:
• “oh where oh where” speaks to a recent patch of days when—try as I might—I could not locate the poet in me, a very uncomfortable circumstance. I’m learning slowly to trust that although the poet occasionally nods off without notice, she does wake up again and return to writing.
• Poet’s Lullabye is what I created when I availed myself of Amy Maricle’s “Soothing Eucalyptus” session during an 11-day Sketchbook Revival Challenge offered in April by artist Karen Amend and other artists. Amy’s session was sooo nourishingly soothing, gotta say. Her commitment to sharing the practice of slow drawing was and continues to be a welcome gift.