Last week I shared a Neruda poem here, and ever since then I’ve been tripping over poems
that feel similar to me, that arrive bearing the same reminder.

To take time.
To be still.
To feel the pulse of the moon.
To open all the windows and listen to birdsong.

Here is the one I found this morning and have read a number of times now, aloud.
I’m going to post it here and then go walk the dog in the rain…

How To Be a Poet

BY WENDELL BERRY
(to remind myself)

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Make a place to sit down.
Sit down. Be quiet.
You must depend upon
affection, reading, knowledge,
skill—more of each
than you have—inspiration,
work, growing older, patience,
for patience joins time
to eternity.

(Read the rest here…)