While we were away for a good portion of July and August, our lovely house sitter was updating the poetry box each Monday with the poems I’d left in a manila folder. But I somehow didn’t manage to keep the blog and newsletter going at the same time. So today is a big catch up. It begins with this simple but impactful poem by the California spoken word poet, Rudy Francisco, that will make me think more broadly the next time I get a glass and piece paper to relocate a wayward spider. Mercy is such a potent word. Don’t we all deserve it?
Also, while I was gone, the box held “August Morning” by Albert Garcia, “Self-Compassion” by James Crews, whose anthologies have provided good fodder for the poetry box, and “Let Evening Come” by Jane Kenyon. All of these poems have been little gifts for me to (re)discover as I came home, and I hope they were the same for our neighbors in those hot (merciless?) days that just passed.
I hope I am greeted
with the same kind
of mercy.
