At First Light, Again.

I begin each morning with a walk and then read some poetry before I settle into the day — what ever doing so may entail.

A line from the poet Linda Pastan came back to me this morning before I began to write. It’s from The List and is written in the clear, certain, but never simple, voice of the poet.

I made a list of things I have
to remember and a list
of things I want to forget,
but I see they are the same list