Poetry for low places

A little over a year ago, I hit a low that left me adrift and listless and terribly sad.

Instead of retreating into myself (my M.O.), I reached out to some friends and asked them to email me happy news. And because they know me, they sent me poems, or funny x-rays of themselves, or miniature essays about spring which they wrote for me on the spot.

I haven’t hit that same low in the same way. But I still revisit those poems sometimes.

If you’re low today (or if you’re not), read this one. Out loud. Slowly enough to enjoy it.

(Happy National Poetry Month.)