‘courage, dear heart’ C.S. Lewis Voyage of the Dawn Treader two weeks of house ness I walked out children’s park ringed in keep out tape skies tinged in pink I’m an evening treader
the poets are weaving at this cusp of pandemic and easter spirituality is a different experience for us all this poet weaves spirituality through her pores with breath with sky in depth in body, in not body with other and self the poets are weaving in words with strands of divinity and quantum as they ride waves of the day to day experience, now