It’s the first of June, the beginning of my seasonal project until the 21st. I have been toying with a new series name and have tentatively settled on the name summer shards. I like the alliteration and the ceramic association. I also often use poem fragments, broken from the whole. If someone concocts a better name there’s a free cup awaiting.

Who

These lines are written
by an animal, an angel,
a stranger sitting in my chair;
by someone who already knows
how to live without trouble
among books, and pots and pans . . .

Who is it who asks me to find
language for the sound
a sheep’s hoof makes when it strikes
a stone? and who speaks
the words which are my food?

–Jane Kenyon