Oh, transitions. In my life people are leaving jobs, selling houses, moving to new places, following up on diagnoses, completing degrees, starting new careers, having babies, testing the word retirement in their mouths. So much change is underway, and I was delighted to discover this poem by Major Jackson in my in-box this morning, care of the marvelous Chris at Firefly Creative Writing. Wishing you blessings on whatever journey you’ve undertaken. There are “no more dress rehearsals / to attend.”
“This time, let me circle
the island of my fears only once then
live like a raging waterfall and grow
a magnificent mustache.”
