Poetry Month

I would be remiss to neglect and omit the fact that April is Poetry Month, and in my email box comes each day a poem from Knopf--a gesture they inaugurated many years ago and continue.

Today's poem is:


Theine
- Mary Kinzie from Drift

If compelled
to give it up
I would lift
as leaves do
loosened
from the tree
and feel the floating
thread of my thought
blown out
beyond itself
               line loose
               on the water
wandering
cinder
sleepier
than air