We Made a List

Microseason No. 53, October 28- November 1

Our

task is to

experience

each microseason

not as a set

of simple

scientific

data, though

              the facts do enlarge us.

We’re here to taste

a distinct

poetic event—

                  both real and imagined.

We ask ourselves

to find all

the hidden poems

alive in this

most

ordinary,

humble— why is

                 everything

                        so beautiful

          even when it’s dying—

day. Will we make

a list of

all its gifts?

O yes, we made a List.

To see beauty

freshly born

wild, singular

breaking through

on a Tuesday

awakens

something deeply

hopeful in

             me— and also in you?

Friend, we are

such a lonely

mystery

to ourselves.

It’s not enough

to bask in

our own wonder;

the call is

universal.

This is why

we all write— to connect.

Humans know

instinctively,

we belong

to each other.

And to something much More.

Let us try

to find out what

that means for

souls who drink this

common cup:

filled with Microseasons,

savored sips

of our shared time.

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I wrote this poem for the most beautiful microseason of the year in my part of the world. I hope you like it as well as some photos of our local nature preserves.

My husband and I will be traveling soon for my father’s funeral service and burial in my hometown.

I plan to take a break from publishing any new writing here for a bit. But I’ll still be reading your wonderful work and thoughtful comments all around the Island of Substack.

Love & Peace to You,

xo Ann

Killian thinks his pirate sweater makes him look so Dangerous :)