September 20, 2022

it’s bonus time **

There’s a new lesson in your course. “Season of Emergence,” it’s called. Or, 
if you need to reschedule, “Turning Towards Life.” Either way, the door is unlocked,
but action is required, and grateful offerings, and colorful artwork, and a follow-up.
On certain days, it will feel like stocking up on health essentials. On others, you’ll say, 
“Slow down, we’re all poets.” Maybe this is how to find calm in the eye of the storm,
or else a complimentary surprise to help you make a track to the summit, 
or Monhegan Island, or berry picking, or the next episode, or wherever 
your wild love of the world is underfoot. Remember: Inside of you is a birdsong opera, 
but only if you hold the angle and inhabit the transitions. It may feel like a strange loop, 
but your shoulders are searching for the light switch, and you can shape the future 
by getting older, and noticing more, and finding a small quiet room to write your lines.

** This week’s poem was assembled out of subject lines in my email inbox.