As I get older, I’m noticing something about myself.
Things I didn’t have much time for when I was younger seem to be more important.
Things like art exhibitions. Poetry. Watching bees and hummingbirds in the garden (I spent several minutes sitting at our kitchen window on Saturday, watching a hummingbird flit from flower to flower in the garden).
Part of the reason may be I simply have more time. Children are grown and on their own. Work has become less about career and more about accomplishment. Retirement is looming.
I’m paying more attention. And I’m paying more attention to the creative acts, and acts of creation, around me.
I’m not alone in this. I hear friends saying similar things.
So I come to a volume of poetry like Scape: Poems by Luci Shaw, and what’s she talking about in every poem is familiar, recognizable, and somehow moving.
To continue reading, please see my post today at Tweetspeak Poetry.
Photograph by George Hodan via Public Domain Pictures. Used with permission.