Thanks again for joining me during another National Poetry Month. I hope that some of these words I’ve shared have helped bring a moment of beauty, solace, reflection, or hope into your lives and that the year ahead is brighter than this surreal stretch of time swirling around us. Here’s one final poem to savor by the great Linda Pastan (1932-).
Special thanks again to one of my dearest friends and kindred spirits, Kristina Closs, who brought a whole other layer to the poems this month with her beautiful and thoughtful illustrations. If you enjoyed her work, please visit her Etsy store where you can purchase prints–or contact her for custom commissions, which she will gladly work on with you.
Take good care, everyone.
“What We Fear Most”
for R after the accident
We have been saved one more time from what we fear most. Let us remember this moment. Let us forget it if we can. Just now a kind of golden dust settles over everything: the tree outside the window, though it is not fall; the cracked sugar bowl, so carefully mended once. This light is not redemption, just the silt of afternoon sun on an ordinary day, unlike any other.