12:39 p.m. This morning I heard “I Just Died In Your Arms Tonight” by Cutting Crew (remember that one?) and started thinking about one hit wonders.

It’s always been used as a sort of derogatory term. Something for someone who had great success with something but could never remake that success. But I’m thinking, what if we approach this from a different direction?

What if it’s a wonderful thing to be able to channel all your passion into one creation?

As far as we know, that’s what God did.

Make it, mold it, devote your life,
this single obsession that absorbs your time
fills your attention, causes great strife

you think this could ever happen again?
this madness, this greatness in your prime?
no, you'll reach the peak only to look down.

you're a one-hit wonder, but that's not bad
you've already found the mountain you must climb
and never mind everyone else's score pad.

Take it in, enjoy it, this moment in the sun
declare proudly: being a one-hit wonder is not a crime
because in the end, your race is already won

12:55 p.m. I thought it would be a villanelle. It wasn’t. Let’s clean it up.

One-Hit Wonder
by Michelle Garren-Flye

Make it, mold it, devote your life
to this single obsession that absorbs your time,
fills your attention, and causes great strife.

You think this could ever happen again?
This madness, this passion of your prime?
No, you'll reach the peak only to look down.

You're a one-hit wonder, but that's not bad;
you've already found the mountain you must climb
and never mind everyone else's score pad.

Take it in, enjoy it, this moment in the sun!
Creating a wonder with one hit is not a crime
because in the end, your race is won.

1:08 p.m. Okay, done. I like it!