I am not pithy. You may have noticed. I used to write poetry. It was pithy. But the truth was and still is that I have to think A LOT to write a little. Not to mention the rewriting process.
Okay, I’ve already written more than I intended. This is supposed to be an introduction to a poem I saw in the woods at the Bloedel Reserve. April is poetry month.
I like this more than a pithy amount. Maybe you will, too.
Song of the Thunders
Sometimes
I go about pitying myself
while I am carried by the wind
across the sky.-Songs of the Chippewa
-Translated by Francis Densmore
My Eyes Are Up Here 
Thoughtful!
Yes, it’s a very challenging poem, I think and it’s only one sentence long.
Love the poem! And I think it takes every writer a lot of writing to get to pithy. Pithy doesn’t usually drop fully formed from our fingers on the keyboard. xoxo
Thank you, Kathi. I know that to a certain extent, this is supposed to require work. But I am also a very chatty person and I admire the ability to keep things short and sweet, in other people.