“All that I have ever been compounded by what I am now.”  I woke this morning with this in my head.  It didn’t seem to be the fragment of a dream.  There seem to be no images attached, except that it came to me as though written on the page, so the image of the words themselves are there.  I do not even feel certain that it really means anything.  I keep wanting to re-write it, exchange that “by” for an “into.”  Perhaps I will.  Every time I woke in the wee hours, there it was in my head, waiting patiently like an old dog to be noticed.

It does feel connected to the word that I have chosen for the year: palimpsest.  My work right now seems to have something to do with bringing my past to bear on my present, letting the layers of time in my life overlap and weave into each other.

So that will be the poetry prompt for today: Begin a poem with the words “All that I have ever been. . .”  I suppose we could throw in an old dog as well, for extra credit.  Care to join me?