carry on

every morning lately, there is yoga and poetry, usually also tea and the New York Times crossword. 

(okay the daily wordle and the daily worldle make their daily appearances too.)

the poetry at the moment is not just any poetry, but that from a new collection by Amanda Gorman. I mentioned her in April for national poetry month. what a talented young woman, indeed.

her latest book it titled in a muted gold all-caps. the cover behind that is a simple bright blue striped with what could almost be clouds, but aren't quite. when you look closer, they come into focus as the soft edges of torn paper. 

the best lines I've read so far from Call Us What We Carry are in a short poem called "& So," on page 25. I don't know if they'll sound as cool out of context. but oh well. you can go find the book and read the whole thing yourself any time, right?

"This truth, like the white-blown sky,
Can only be felt in its entirety or not at all.
The glorious was not made to be piecemeal."

and 

"Since the world is round,
There is no way to walk away
From each other, for even then
We are coming back together."

I have plenty more poetry in this collection alone to get to and savor all summer long. plenty to be grateful for, for now.