Thirty Days Hath September
“That you are here -that life exists and identityThat the powerful play goes on,And you may contribute a verse”-O Me, O Life by Walt Whitman. During these surreal pandemic times, there are bound to be those chaotic and uncertain blue mornings, some riddled with anxiety, others colored by existential angst. On such bleary mornings, I clutch these words to my chest. I am a flag-waving reader and advocate of poetry, as it has brought me out of dark places and it keeps bringing me out. Physical spaces in my life are riddled with poetry quotes, from a bedside note to my computer screen.