In his 2020 book, Red Stilts, Ted Kooser published a poem – Spring Landscape. It reminded me of a long distant afternoon in Ann Arbor where coming out of the Harlan Hatcher Graduate Library, I discovered a robin’s egg shell at my feet. It was a sudden reminder of both spring and the wider world.
How can anyone imagine what the old man thinks? (Ts'en Chen)
east of the fog 