This poem's opening worked on me, then showed me how to trust what followed—"Every day is an argument in favor of surprise." After the illustrations of painted stone fruit and plastic plumeria blooms, the bottom lines opened the time capsules like refreshed vows. The dying past lives in us; we keep what we can't throw away. Somehow you reminded me of Camus's observation: "Real generosity towards the future lies in giving all to the present."
This poem's opening worked on me, then showed me how to trust what followed—"Every day is an argument in favor of surprise." After the illustrations of painted stone fruit and plastic plumeria blooms, the bottom lines opened the time capsules like refreshed vows. The dying past lives in us; we keep what we can't throw away. Somehow you reminded me of Camus's observation: "Real generosity towards the future lies in giving all to the present."
This poem is landing with me kindestly. It's nourishing my tired mindsoul in ways I hesitate to try to convey.
What an engaging, insightful and, above all, useful poem Abby and team!...thanks for sharing...Dwaine