This is one of my favorite poems. I have it taped to my office door. I wanted to share it in hopes that someone will find meaning in it.
Do you know what I was, how I lived? You know
what despair is; then
winter should have meaning for you.
I did not expect to survive,
earth suppressing me. I didn't expect
to waken again, to feel
in damp earth my body
able to respond again, remembering
after so long how to open again
in the cold light
of earliest spring ---
afraid, yes, but among you again
crying yes risk joy
in the raw wind of the new world.
