I dusted off an old poem of mine from decades ago because it picks up on the theme of last week’s post: life as a prepetual current pulling us forward. This poem was written during one of those rare, culminating moments when you catch a glimpse of the countless tiny events that had to align for this moment to happen. Take a 2 minute listen. I pay homage to a poem by William Meredith’s (not P) Crossing Over. Its one of my favorite poems (a great love poem too!) and served as inspiration for my own.
