“may you kiss / the wind then turn from it” Today’s poem is a benediction for boats and, maybe, a lot of other things. Happy reading.

Today’s poem is a contemplation of sometimes-essential footwear that blossoms unexpectedly into a proverb on utility and beauty. Happy reading.

“That’s the way everything in the world is waiting.” Happy reading.

Today’s poem falls somewhere in the middle of a Venn diagram of haiku and English ode. Happy reading.

Today’s poem is a song of (sometimes) hidden nearness. Happy reading.

Today’s poem is a frank examination of words and their paradoxical power to create and destroy intimacy, bringing forth the deepest self or walling it off–and what is possible when we make the best use of them. Happy reading.

Today’s poem has taken on a life of its own; we return, for a moment, to its humble beginnings. Happy reading.

Today’s poem, unusual in its structure and rhyme, turned out to be more of an epilogue: Thomas composed it for inclusion in his Collected Poems, no more than a year before his death. Happy reading.

I may be the only other man who has had some version of the cold-night-existential experience described in today’s poem, but I doubt it. Happy reading.

Today’s poem is one in which “increase of appetite grows by what it feeds on” (or so she says). Happy reading.