Seems I’ve been doing a lot of waffling lately, and I guess that’s okay (part of the undulation thing again). It’s a way of testing the waters, although I’d probably be better off keeping some of these thoughts to myself instead of ignoring the old adage, “Don’t put anything in writing or it’ll be used against you.” Like yesterday when I had a vision (however fleeting) of attempting something reallyreally big when in the not-too-distant past I was ready to give it all up because I couldn’t figure out where I belong in the poetry world and was feeling like a misfit. I don’t think it’s a coincidence Searching for God Knows What turned up on my cafe table. I’ve been looking for other people to give me my identity. That never works.