I was all set to put a winter poem in the box this week, it being February and all. But it’s hardly winter here in Austin, where we’ve had windows open and short sleeves all week. (Sorry, friends up north.)
Instead, it being February and all, it’s a good time for a love poem. Here’s one from the late Robert Creeley. So understated and so profound.
If your day has room for two poems, you might check out “we are carried” by Sara Rian, which just wrapped up several weeks in the box. Somewhere amid its run, a neighbor from several streets away taped a card to the side of the box to thank me for the “true joy” of a finding new poem when she walks by. In a time that often feels dark, I was grateful for that burst of light.
Happy Valentine’s Day.
“Love comes quietly,
finally...”
