A while back I posted a story called Rescued by a Frog. It is about the time I found an Eastern Gray Tree Frog in the faculty room where I teach. You can read it again here. I finally found the picture that I took of the little guy. He had string wrapped around his hind leg and he was looking for a way out.
It’s interesting…the things that tie us down and box us in. Sometimes we all need a little help navigating the way out. Poetry is a way in and out. I pulls the past into the present into the future, tying the inner to the outer worlds… a unified weave. It is the spaces in between the threads, between the the words…where you stand in awe. There you are free.
“A commitment to full experience is an infusion of elixir that works against whatever diminishes the soul, even despair. Oxygen is available; so long as the poet is speaking, it can be breathed.”
– Jane Hirshfield
Hirshfield. J. (2015). Ten windows: how good poems transform the world. New York: Alfred A. Knopf