I thought I’d try to catch up on missed days when I got to my friend’s house in Austin too late to feel up to searching for a poem — which is two kinds of foolishness. First the foolishness of thinking that a poem wouldn’t be restorative before bed. Second the foolishness of trying to catch up. It would just keep me delaying for days until I gave the whole thing up — and I’ve been down that road before — exercise, meditation, practicing scales on the guitar.
So here I am with a poem for today after quite a few days with no poetry. Today’s poem is “Mexico” by Robert Hass. It came to my email box via the Writer’s Almanac, which is sent daily with a poem and some factoids about writers’ birthdays and such. The poem seemed fitting after my time in Austin. Not Mexico, but near Mexico. As near to Mexico as I’ve been. Which is suitable for the poem, if you read it.
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The internet knows my intention. Just as I hit “publish” on this post, I went to my email and saw another missive from the Writer’s Almanac had come in. I read the poem — “When I Look at the Old Car” by Marcia F. Brown — and had to add it to this post, because it is lovely.
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