I wish that back in high school and college, we had been assigned to read more poems like Snow at the Farm by Joyce Sutphen, and a bit less Wordsworth, Shelley, Milton, and the like. I might have found a shorter path to begin finding my own voice. Because I think poetry – modern stuff at least – is best written about the simple, but hard to speak of, ordinary moments of our lives.

Wishing

There is a light
beyond the window
and leaves beyond the light
and the clock pretending life
against the wall
and me in the midst of it
wishing for you

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