I am writing poems that seek, that seem to go nowhere, even though seeking goes somewhere. I am writing poems about light, about the loss of human companionship, about how connected we should be to the living world.
Isn't that what poetry does? It seeks, it finds, and, as we move with it, as we follow where it leads, we end up in a different place, a place of clarity.
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