I’ll start us off today with this beautiful poem by Jonathan Wells entitled
April Morning:
You are living the life
you wanted as if you’d known
what that was but of course
you didn’t so you’d groped
toward it feeling for what
you couldn’t imagine, what
your hands couldn’t tell you,
for what that shape could be.
This Sunday the rain turns cold
again and steady but the window
is slightly open and there is the vaguest
sense of bird song somewhere in the gaps
between the buildings because it’s spring
the calendar says and the room where
you are reading is empty yet full
of what loves you and this is the day
that you were born.
Grateful for poetry every day, but since this is National Poetry Month, even more so.
Spring is in full gear here, and March winds remain a constant companion. The screen is open, and the breeze has come through all day, and it blows the wisteria down the driveway path like confetti. A celebration of sorts, I guess.
And why shouldn’t we celebrate? The mom and pop geese are still here, evidently guarding a nest. The dewberries are blooming in white stars on the vines. There is rainwater in the creek. Enormous butterflies flitter by, and I spotted the first hummingbird of the year yesterday. So much life. So much to behold.
That’s likely more than seven good things, but here’s one extra:
The new album “We Are” is out by Jon Batiste and is a winner. Give it a listen when you can. It came to me by accident, like so many good things often do. I am glad I followed up, checked it out, and can listen to it as I go about the day.
It’s been a full and fast week, but there was work to do, people to help, babies to hold, students to teach, art to make. Everything didn’t get marked off the list, but I can hope for tomorrow.
Take good care, dear readers. Thank you for walking along April’s path with me. 💐
agnestirrito 