Sublime

placate.

Joy Harjo: “Memory is a living being that moves in many-layered streams. It is not static. It is not a backwards look. It moves forward, sideways, and in a spiral.”

Poetry! The endemic illness of young malcontents, desperately embracing beauty, hog-tied to the tempting rhymes of a loaned-out language, tossed about between Creole and French like those rowboats over there on the sea I can hear but not see crashing from my shack.

Living in this time of crisis, for our democracy as well as the climate, is breaking my heart open and creating space for new understanding. The weight of history is on our shoulders, but this moment is alive with possibility.] —

to change everything, we need everyone.

impasse?”

and I can see how my delight levitates her, too.