Pocket Poem #2
A Cedary Fragrance Even now,decades after,I wash my face with cold water – Not for discipline,nor memory,nor the icy, awakening slap, but to practicechoosingto make the unwanted wanted. by Jane Hirshfield
Pocket Poems
Pocket Poems
For years I’ve carried poems in my pocket. Whether walking, riding, driving or simply lounging on my couch, I have proceeded through my days with a poem that was particularly inspiring, or thought-provoking. Sometimes I’ve changed out the poem daily, pocketing the one that surfaced during my morning meditations, then filing it away at the end of …