23 April 2018: Blown away this morning by this poem from Patrick Rosal. Here's what he said about it, courtesy of the little blurb from the "Poem-a-Day" email: "I guess it is a kind of failure not to learn how to love and be loved, but I also think it’s a kind of love to bear witness to love itself: to pay attention to it, especially in unlikely places and forms, to record it, to struggle to write love down so that it changes me. In that way, I feel an incredible sense of wealth."
Sometimes I think it is easy (too easy) to get caught up in what I don't have, but poems like this remind us that witnessing love is a kind of gift and a way of loving.
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