I woke up before my husband's alarm and came blurry eyed into my office. I stole lightbulbs from the spare bedroom to brighten the overhead and keep the too early dark out. I woke up this morning and immediately read Lucille Clifton, and listened to June Jordan and Sonia Sanchez and lit an incense that was too loud for my nose. A poet can only pillow fort away for so long. Can only hide for so long. Can only pretend not to be afraid or overwhelmed or grieved for so long.
Beautiful! I hope you felt as inspired writing this as I did reading it. ❤️❤️
Great read!! Thank you for always sharing yourself with us so authentically. You are loved, appreciated and so inspiring.