I hope these poems might be a gift for you. I can only hope.
One of the mysteries, for me as a poet, is how poems that emerge in my morning journal, reflecting some unexpected inner explorations, may turn out to be a gift to stranger or friend. It is a process as mysterious as writing down the poems themselves. What may catch your attention? Why? What words evoke a “yes” for reasons I could never know, never imagine.
So I send these poems off to you, like a note in a bottle, bobbing on the waves, landing eventually on a distant shore—moved by tides and winds—like so much of our lives.
May this collection meet you where you are in your life.