by Naomi Shihab Nye (written after she took a journey to Mexico) Before you know what kindness really is you must lose things. feel the future dissolve in a moment What you held in your hand. what you counted and carefully saved all this must go so you know how...
What if a poem were just for me? What if I were audience enough because I am, Because this person here is alive, is flesh, is conscious, has feelings, counts? What if this one person mattered not just for what She can do in the world But because she is part of the...