Thanks, Jan. I wrote that second stanza 33 years ago right after I got hit by the tree. The second poem I ever wrote as an adult. My first poem was seven years earlier, on vision quest. Years apart, then months apart, weeks apart, days apart, and now every day. A slow, slow path toward poethood.
Yes. I agree with the landing. Lovely. Grace is all we need.
thanks!
...you grace us with your being...
What a kind thing to say! Thank you.
Today I have a window to sit with some of your poems. I have the last meeting with my PocketMFA mentor this morning.
I'm going to have to give Peter up after three years, too. Running out of money. Sad.
Oh, that landing! Sososososo good!
"split me open
pour me out
so all that’s left is
grace"
Bravo!
Thanks, Jan. I wrote that second stanza 33 years ago right after I got hit by the tree. The second poem I ever wrote as an adult. My first poem was seven years earlier, on vision quest. Years apart, then months apart, weeks apart, days apart, and now every day. A slow, slow path toward poethood.