Present: An entire shelf in our living room filled with poetry books from my various lit classes, writing classes, and used bookstore adventures.
Problem: Their woeful loneliness and lack of attention over the past few years.
Solution: A tall glass of ice water, the resolve to ignore a couple things around the house, and a quiet moment on the couch during nap time to contemplate a few poems each week.
The beginning: A Book of Luminous Things: An International Anthology of Poetry by Czeslaw Milosz
A thought from today's reading: From Milosz' introduction to a poem: "In a way, poetry is an attempt to break through the density of reality into a zone where the simplest things are again as fresh as if they were being seen by a child."