Nor sheets of paper

I have done all that

Lost myself in words

Filled journals

Written letters

Sketched

Collected tear outs

Taped them on pages

Pages that keep on coming

Since the 60’s

Daily notes –

What I did

What I cooked

Whom I met

Why?

Don’t give me scrap paper

Don’t supply me

With pen or pencil

I can’t stop and

Why should I?

After more than fifty years

I’m approaching the starting line

Browsed dozens of journals

Looking for November, 2002

I need some details

Or do I?