The vast majority of what I write is never shared. I suspect this is true for most artists, that the act of expression is selfish in its need to serve its creator. I’ve thought much about that this summer as I’ve considered next steps in my poetic journey; stepping back a bit from the publishing route to make space for developing further in the craft. For me this means, in part, to return to a time when I found joy in simply recording what I felt or saw. And so, in honor of the simple joys of summer, I send you this cinquain to bring us back together after the seasonal hiatus.