a poem for your pocket

April is National Poetry Month. It's also Monday. And I am tired from lots of sewing. I have been trying to get caught up on a million different care packages and sewing projects that I have promised people... in some cases it's been MONTHS. This week will mark the end of all the catch up. Which means that my brain will again have space for writing. In the meantime, in honor of April: The Journey -Mary Oliver One day you finally knew what you had to do, and began, though the voices around you kept shouting their bad advice--- though the whole house began to tremble and you felt the old tug at your ankles. "Mend my life!" each voice cried. But you didn't stop. You knew what you had to do, though the wind pried with its stiff fingers at the very foundations--- though their melancholy was terrible. It was already late enough, and a wild night, and the road full of fallen branches and stones. But little by little, as you left their voices behind, the stars began to burn through the sheets of clouds, and there was a new voice, which you slowly recognized as your own, that kept you company as you strode deeper and deeper into the world, determined to do the only thing you could do--- determined to save the only life you could save. (a quick note: I've tried to fix the formatting of this post a million times and technology is KILLING me. as well as Ms. Oliver's poem, for which I'm very sorry. perhaps tomorrow the kind people at blogspot will smile down at me and give me correct poetry formatting. until then...)