One Art by Elizabeth Bishop

This is one of my all time favorite poems about our inability to prepare for and handle loss, despite previous disappointments, practice and even cynicism. There is a newness to fresh loss and a depth that sorrow can strike, even when we use our best efforts to thwart unexpected pain.   One Art The art…

Monday Morn

Wakin up to fog Not sure where it came from Maybe the space of loneliness Maybe the lack of anchors On days when I didn’t take the time to kneel So instead I spin spin spin Seeing so many shadows The transient friends of my twenties They didn’t move away They let fall The feeble…