One Last Post Tonight

...before I go do other things. I wrote a poem today, my first new poetry in awhile. I may put it up here in a couple of days. I think my written voice is changing. It's strange. I guess if things don't change, they die, but I don't know if I'm entirely comfortable with the evolution. Maybe it's not supposed to be a comfortable process, the becoming.... Maybe I just need to get away for awhile, get some fresh water into the pool. That's always helped in the past. Maybe I just need a good swift kick. That couldn't hurt, probably, most days.... Who knows? I am just unsettled by the difference.