I am at the Block Island Poetry Project.
Opening circle last night.
Song circle this morning.
Poetry poetry poetry and friendships renewed and new. Magic.
Thanks Lisa Starr for starting this off twelve years ago.
Thanks Joe Heitaus and Carolyn Dragon for workshops today. Joe was inspirational, hence a “Grey Day Framed in Gold” got itself written, and Carolyn was just amazing showing us how a poem can find its way to a person, not the other way round.
This is what found its way to me – an excerpt from “Lost” by David Wagoner
Stand still. The trees ahead and bushes beside you
Are not lost. Wherever you are is called Here,And you must treat it as a powerful stranger,
Must ask permission to know it and be known.
The forest breathes. Listen. It answers,I have made this place around you.
If you leave it, you may come back again, saying Here.