From Poems for a Small park by E.D. Blodgett

From Poems for a Small Park
by E.D. Blodgett

possibility
rises in the light

as if every dawn
turned departure toward

endless arrivals where
only the rising sun

holds time in its light
asleep upon our hands

I find a lot places relaxing. Parks are one of them. I stroll through them. Snap photos of their animal inhabitants. I don’t go outside as much as I should. I always find a reason to avoid it these days. I don’t know why.

I am unfamiliar with E.D. Blodgett and his poetry. I had to to dig through all my resources to find these year’s poems. I’ve been bad with reading these days and all my collections are stored away. I have no access to poetry outside of websites and my library’s ebook collections. Is that bad? It feels terrible.

But Blodgett put my mind at ease. At least a little. Skimming through his book, Poems for a Small Park, felt almost like strolling through a place familiar yet new. I don’t know. Maybe I’m just being a romantic. We need a little romanticism in a world so full of ugly. So full of hate.

Blodgett’s book is available on Kindle.