This is poem is called Making Sense. It was written at the beginning of the pandemic when so much felt changing and unsure, when the political climate felt so dangerously broken. I needed to remind myself of what holds true, what continues to make sense…like trees, like the natural world, like the smell at the top of an infant’s head, like the feel of…
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