I might have missed this morning the kettle’s thin song, a crumb of light on the table, my name returning to me. By chance, by error, by grace, the world includes me again without explanation. I lift the ordinary day as if it were improbable How lucky we are!
I love how everyone who reads this beautiful piece will have something to take from it — a line, a word, the entire poem. This much magic happens only once in a while and we are lucky to witness it. I have this terrible habit of going absolutely bonkers when I read good poetry and this one, this one is what I'll call good poetry. You are immensely gifted. Thank you for sharing your art with us.
