Sometimes a song does it. I’ll suddenly remember being together with a group of people, playing a game or writing some poems, sharing food and drink. We’ve been watching some classic musical films at my house for that very reason: nostalgia for the simple joy of just being together.
Today, not one but TWO in-person poetry events. Outdoors, of course. I’m performing a poem at an Arbor Day tree planting at the new community space for arts and nature in my village, River Hook, this morning. Then in the afternoon, I’m leading an Instapoetry writing event in the downtown for the Nyack Poetry Walk. This return to seeing and hearing one another feels so rare, like the presence of an endangered flowering plant. The practice of singing, silently in own’s heart, is a planting and watering. Keep it up.
If you want to make… a poem
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