Poet Jane Hirshfield said "... the feeling I have about poem-writing (is) that it is always an exploration, of discovering something I didn't already know. Who I am shifts from moment to moment, year to year. What I can perceive does as well. A new poem peers into mystery, into whatever lies just beyond the edge of knowable ground."
I bring a different poem to the writing classes each week, not only to inspire but to introduce new poets to the group members.
Now by Greg Watson
I told you once when we were young that we would someday meet again. Now, the years flown past, the letters unwritten, I am not so certain. It is autumn. There are toothaches hidden in this wind, there are those determined to bring forth winter at any cost. I am resigned to dark blonde shadows at stoplights, lost in the roadmaps of leaves which point in every direction at once. But I am wearing the shirt you stitched two separate lifetimes ago. It is old and falling to ash, yet every button blooms the flowers of your design. I think of this and I am happy, to have kissed your mouth with the force of language, to have spoken your name at all. ~ from The Distance Between Two Hands. © March Street Press, 2008.