And suddenly I missed a week in the poetry box, unsure what words were right for the moment, or the many moments happening right now. Then today, I offered it some Rita Dove. This is a poem that says, “Chin up. Hop to it, now.” And so we will, amid spring gardens and war and hard news and graduation joys. Amid all of it.
Plus, who doesn’t love a poem with fried eggs in it?
“The whole sky is yours
to write on, blown open
to a blank page. ”
