Full of thought, regret, hope dashed or not dashed yet,
full of memory, pride, and more than enough
of spilled, personal grief,
I begin another page, another poem.
So many notions fill the day! I give them
gowns of words, sometimes I give them
little shoes that rhyme.
What an elite life!
While somewhere someone is kissing a face that is crying.
While somewhere women are walking out, at two in the morning –
many miles to find water.
While somewhere a bomb is getting ready to explode.
“This Day, and Probably Tomorrow Also” by Mary Oliver, via Red Bird: Poems, Beacon Press.
Today marks Day One of National Poetry Month. I have some great pieces lined up for the month (and beyond) including some of your own suggestions (thank you, more please!); I think you’ll like them. Thank you everyone for your patience. It’s nice to be back. ~Christy