I pull my blue and white South Florida Writers Association tee shirt over my head; I feel its warmth.
The cotton clings to my skin like a winter mitten.
I try to remember the scene that the graphic artist drew on the front of my tee.
Yes, I recall it.
It’s a scene from the Everglades.
It’s a cloudy day.
Cumulus pillows float across a blue sky.
Two or three cranes or they may be seagulls cut across that sky.
And there’s a small black island covered with vegetation.
Yes, herbaceous plants growing in a swamp—swaying on Marjory Stoneman Douglas’ river of grass.
And an unidentifiable large crane studies the horizon.
And there’s this purple and tan fountain pen that has just written—in a font that I can’t identify—the words, “South Florida Writers Association” across the center of the tee.
Those words clearly divide the sky from the swamp.
I immediately realize that large black crane represents us, SFWA authors, scanning the horizon in search of our next story, looking for our creativity to kick in and our fountain pens to put ink on paper.
My fingers touch my tee and I realize this tee shirt represents my love for SFWA.
I wear it with pride.
Knowing that my tee shirt divides me from the nonwriters world.
For I am a writer and I belong to a great writers club.
And I am very thankful for both.
I. Well done. Well said. It needed to be said again and you said it. Good job, Mort. As always. Ricki
2. Well done. —Jonathan
3. James Mcgurk Love the poem and the pic ought to be on the back of the shirt. I belong to the SCWG Brevard County and poetry it get’n pretty bigger. Lady of RoseAngelina Baptista, is having zoom poetry on Sundays. Amazing lady. Get a chance, look her up, bio is something. Thanks again for the poem.
4. Thumbs up.—Perry
5. Published in SFWA’s “Author’s Voice.”
