For my senior honors thesis at Penn, I wrote two poems a day for six months. It was called Selections from 11:37. Basically, every morning and every evening, at exactly 11:37, I stopped whatever I was doing and gave myself fifteen minutes to write a poem. (You can purchase my collection here or click preview to read more about the project.) Only about 70 poems made it into my final thesis, so I have literally hundreds of poems that have never seen the light of day. Here’s one of them.
INTERSECTIONS (Morning 9/15/12)
There are a thousand stories at a traffic intersection
but for the life of me I can’t think of a single one.
I suppose it’s one of those preclusions that everyone
has at traffic intersections, like how the blind man
selects paint colors for his kitchen or if the customs
agent recognizes the traveling salesman at the airport
bar. But then, that’s the nature of an intersection: two
paths crossing on their way to somewhere else.
P.S. Here’s another link to my poetry collection.