I have been corresponding with Clay Lowe for the past year or so. Although we are the same age and spent our youths in the same town in NJ, we have never met in person. In the days before I wrote publicly about my mid-life crisis, I corresponded extensively with Clay to clear my thoughts. He, among other things, is a poet. I often lack the words to describe fully what I am thinking or feeling. I asked him whether he might, with his skill, capture my feelings, my internal struggle, in a poem. We corresponded for weeks while I tried to gain some clarity about my future, my path. On the day that my ex and I decided to divorce, I wrote to Clay and shared that decision.

My last words to him on this topic were these: I used to see my future, personally & professionally, decades at a time and that comforted me. Now I can’t see even 6 months out and I feel so liberated, hopeful, (and OK a bit panicked).

He sent me this poem the next day. While he has better work on his blog, it does capture the feeling I had back around the 4th of July.

Thank you Clay, my friend & kindred spirit.

Dr Earnest and Professor B



Professor B. knows the candle is burning low

She confessed, stood, and watched him go


Freedom unleashed a flood of tears,

how many years had she been locked

away forced in the shadows while

>Dr Earnest stole her life and her ambitions

A life sentence of promised love and happiness

Forever, was more than she could bear to pay

A promise she could not keep, a promise made

on her behalf as Dr Earnest smiled and laid

the last brick leaving her to cower in the dark


But now she was free from all of that the open

road lay before her, wind in her hair, sun at

her back, unlike Eve, she lacked the capacity

To deceive her lover anymore, she packed her

bags to go instead, in search of what she didn’t

know, but hoped to find behind the rising sun

She quietly closed the door on predictability and

responsibility, and watched her house, her home, her

life sink into the distance of her rear view mirror


She sighed relief, pushed the pedal to the floor

and headed for the beach to watch the bonfire roar


Eos waited by the side of the road

she was hitching a ride to see the tide

and watch them burn in effigy Dr Earnest

and her pride

They danced around the open flame

singing songs of praise, would the

gods of domesticity hold them to blame

for what they’d done, sacrificed a tidy

life of predictability and bore for the open

road and freedom to explore

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