National Poetry Month and you would think I’d have these pages full of new poems. Each morning I put on the IEC, International Electrical contractor’s cap that my son, the electrician, gave to me, hoping that it would help ‘spark’ new words, but alas, I feel like the circuit breaker is broken and the electricity of language is. . .
So, this morning, as snow falls this April 23,
blankets white my green garlic shoots and
chills my hopes for a warm day,
I share these words from Isak Dinesen.
“Up in the high air you breathed easily, drawing in
a vital assurance and lightness of heart. In the highlands,
you woke up in the morning and thought,
‘here I am, where I ought to be’.”