One goal I had for celebrating National Poetry Month this year was to read a whole book/collection of poetry. This is turning out to be a demanding task. The book I chose was Jennifer A. Payne’s Evidence of Flossing, a photo essay of “what we’ve left behind” and poems of various themes which she has ingeniously intertwined and connected. My problem is, it is impossible not to reread many of her poems and take time digesting them, meditating on them, and sometimes even seeking to apply them to my daily life.
For example, the ode to daybreak titled, “So begins the day,” so mirrors the start of my mornings that I have read it almost every morning since I encountered the poem in her book.
So Begins the Day
the 4am
Sanskrit chant
has nothing
on the bird chorus
that begins
two hours into my day
(the sun is silent)
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