Poems are my new normal

Written Thursday:
Dear Friends,

I’ve got to admit it — I enjoyed doing “nothing” several days when I had a cold. But now I’m back to “normal.” (You see nothing and normal both in quotes because I’m the person who is defining them. And if I’m defining Normal, watch out!)

Today Zing! spent the afternoon with our friend Tony, and I went to the library for poetry sharing. It is so simple and so powerful. Anyone who wants to just comes to the Sacramento Room on I Street and we take turns reading poems (not our own.) The subject was, loosely, Spring. Here is the one I chose. Claribel Alegría* was from Nicaragua; she died in January. Her poem made me think of Spring in Miami. Not all Springtimes are the same.

Love,

k
*In the photo I forgot the accent mark on Alegría.