
Soon
Soon— it will be scorching hot. Limbs wilt,
A formal introduction of the Muse to an unnamed correspondent—her two nicknames (Lady and Master Drill Sergeant), her professional credentials (personal trainer, nutritionist, former Chicago law firm manager, animal reserve resident), her Joni Mitchell-adjacent voice, a catalog of seventeen qualities, and the closing observation that she is completely average and normal to everyone else, which is what makes her a Muse.
The poem operates as a letter of introduction, the kind one writes to a friend or correspondent about someone the friend hasn’t met. The structure mirrors that genre: opening with names (what to call her), credentials (what she does), reference points (what her voice resembles), qualities (what she’s like), and a closing reflection (what she means). The format gives the speaker permission to be specific about the Muse in a way most of the catalog’s love poems don’t allow—biography rather than blazon, résumé rather than reverence.
The dual nickname is the poem’s first revealing detail: “Lady – regal, poised, balanced / Or Master Drill Sergeant – no slack, sweat it, exceed your limits.” The two names are diametrically opposed and both true. Lady is the version visible at rest; Drill Sergeant is the version visible at work. Each name carries three modifiers, and the modifiers refuse to soften their respective registers—the Lady is regal (not just kind), and the Drill Sergeant is uncompromising (not just demanding). The Muse contains both, and the poem refuses to choose between them.
The credentials passage is the catalog’s most explicit biography: twenty-plus years as a certified personal trainer and sports nutritionist, prior management of a prestigious Chicago law firm, residence in an animal reserve. Each detail is specific enough to be real and general enough to protect identity. The animal reserve detail is the most evocative—a person whose home was a wildlife preserve carries a particular relationship to space, silence, and creatures, and the speaker’s recognition that “probably not unsimilar to where you are” addresses the unnamed reader (presumably someone living in similar surroundings) and reinforces the introduction’s epistolary frame.
The Joni Mitchell reference is the catalog’s third major invocation of her (after “The Shadow Twin to Queen of My Morning” and “Rhapsody”), and here she is invoked vocally: “A voice that is sweet but husky / A bell that rings truth.” The two-line description does what most vocal descriptions fail to do—names a paradox (sweet but husky) and a function (rings truth) without trying to mimic the sound itself. The Muse sounds like Joni; the speaker doesn’t need to demonstrate the resemblance because the reference does the work.
The “Symphony” font reference is the poem’s most charmingly Plahm aside: a font that didn’t translate from Word, requiring the reader to fetch it from the internet. The detail is technical, mundane, and entirely in keeping with the catalog’s frequent breaks into practical commentary about the writing process. The cross-reference to the speaker’s longer “Rhapsody” piece is similarly meta—the poem flags its own restraint, acknowledging that the speaker has a multi-page essay on the word “rhapsody” that he is choosing not to deploy here.
The seventeen-item qualities catalog is the poem’s structural centerpiece and one of the most concentrated portraits in the catalog. The list moves through aesthetic register (elegant, angelic with a little devil evil inside), ethical (devoted, honest, patient), professional (very critical but sensitive, intelligent and smart and street smart), and personal (a gardener, a tender of people, an incredible laugh, the most impressive smile). The street-smart parenthetical (“there’s a difference”) connects directly to the “You Too” taxonomy of intelligence types. Each entry is given one line, and the brevity is what makes the catalog credible—no qualifier, no modifier, just the quality itself.
“And completely average and normal to everyone else” is the poem’s most important and most easily missed line. After seventeen qualities that should mark the Muse as exceptional, the speaker observes that to everyone else she’s ordinary—the woman at the gym, the woman who manages things, the woman with a good laugh. The exceptional perception is the lover’s, not the world’s, and the gap between the two is what makes the Muse a Muse. “Isn’t that the truth, about a muse? From any age in history?” extends the observation across time: Beatrice was just a Florentine girl until Dante looked at her; Laura was just a woman in Avignon until Petrarch looked at her. The Muse is a function of perception, not a property of the person.
The closing passage is the speaker’s statement of purpose for the entire introduction. He doesn’t want to discuss history (the prior obstacles, the unfortunate circumstances) but the future (the potential, even as separate individuals). The acknowledgment of separation—”as completely separate individuals”—is unusually candid for the catalog. The Muse and the speaker are not in a shared life; they are two lives running parallel, and the introduction is the speaker explaining to someone else what the parallel looks like from his angle. “Her smile is a subject all its own” closes the introduction with a deferral: there is more to say, the smile alone could occupy a separate letter, and the speaker is leaving that for another day.
A poem that earns its place in the catalog by doing something the love poems rarely attempt: introducing the Muse as a person rather than a force. The biographical specificity is the poem’s most valuable contribution—a personal trainer, a nutritionist, a former law-firm manager in Chicago, a resident of an animal reserve. After hundreds of poems that have addressed the Muse through fire, gravity, lightning, and synesthesia, the introduction strips the metaphor away and presents a woman with a résumé. The shift in register is itself the poem’s argument: the cosmic Muse and the practical professional are the same person, and the catalog has been writing about both without always remembering they’re the same.
The dual-nickname opening is among the catalog’s smartest character portraits. Lady and Master Drill Sergeant aren’t variations of the same persona; they’re the two modes she operates in, and the poem refuses to flatten them into a single description. The reader gets the regal version and the uncompromising version side by side, and the side-by-side is the most accurate description the catalog has offered.
The Joni Mitchell two-line voice description—”A voice that is sweet but husky / A bell that rings truth”—is the poem’s most economical sensory passage. Two lines, one paradox, one function, and the reader hears the voice without the poem having to record it. The catalog’s third major Joni reference reinforces her as the speaker’s reigning cultural touchstone, the artist whose work serves as the index against which the Muse is measured.
The seventeen-item qualities catalog is paced expertly. The progression from aesthetic through ethical through professional through personal traces a complete portrait, and the absence of qualifiers gives each entry the weight of an observation rather than a claim. “An incredible laugh” needs no expansion; “the most impressive smile” needs no demonstration. The list ends where the poem will ultimately end—on the smile—and the structural rhyme of the catalog’s last item with the poem’s last clause is a quiet formal pleasure.
“Completely average and normal to everyone else” is the poem’s philosophical center, and it carries more weight than its casual delivery suggests. The Muse function—the activation of one person as the inspiration for another’s creative life—has nothing to do with the inspirer’s objective qualities. It’s a private alchemy, and the speaker recognizes that the woman who has reorganized his existence is, to her own circle, just herself. The “from any age in history” extension generalizes the observation: every Muse has been ordinary to everyone except the one who could see her differently. The line places the Honeybee Bard’s project in a tradition without aggrandizing it.
The closing’s refusal to discuss the history of “our separate situations” is the poem’s most honest moment. The speaker isn’t pretending the obstacles don’t exist; he’s choosing to write about the future instead of the past, because the past has already been determined and the future is still available. “Even as completely separate individuals” carries the catalog’s most direct acknowledgment of unrequited parallel: they are two lives, not one, and the introduction is the speaker explaining how he sees the parallel rather than the merger.
Where the poem stays in introductory register rather than fully inhabited is in its absence of scene—the Muse is described but not shown in action. The Drill Sergeant could have been depicted training someone; the Lady could have been depicted at the law firm; the resident of the animal reserve could have been depicted at dawn with whatever creatures shared the property. The catalog of qualities is rich, but a single moment of the Muse doing something specific might have given the introduction a body. The introduction is the kind of thing one writes before the visit; the poems that show her in action are what the visit produces.
I introduce, My Muse …
I call her Lady – regal, poised, balanced
Or Master Drill Sergeant – no slack, sweat it, exceed your limits
She is a certified personal trainer and a certified sports nutritionist. Twenty plus years of full-time experience. Previously managed a prestigious law firm in downtown Chicago. And lived in an animal reserve. Pretty uniquely beautiful environment, probably not unsimilar to where you are.
Think of Joni Mitchell’s music
A voice that is sweet but husky
A bell that rings truth
And a Symphony of sound and sight
A rhapsody of a hurricane of activity, thought and emotion.
I wrote a piece about the word Rhapsody. That might be too long for this beginning endeavor. I think it was two or three or more pages. What comes to mind when you hear that word?
Elegant
Angelic with a little devil evil inside
Devoted
Spirited
Dedicated
Elevating
Delicate yet strong
Honest
Patient
Professional
Very critical but sensitive
Intelligent, smart, street smart (there’s a difference)
A gardener
A tender of people
An incredible laugh
And the most impressive smile.
She is beautiful.
And completely average and normal to everyone else.
Isn’t that the truth, about a muse? From any age in history?
I don’t want to talk about the history of our separate situations.
I want to express what the feeling is if you find a way through the problems.
And share the future as a potential
Even as completely separate individuals.
Her smile is a subject all its own.






















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