Poem of the Week, by Naomi Shihab Nye
In a recurring dream, I’m running, long effortless bounds that somehow cover much more ground than is possible in waking life. Each time my foot touches down I spring up higher and longer, until I’m actually floating. The dream turns unsettling once I’m beyond the reach of gravity, but until then all is lightness and … Continue reading Poem of the Week, by Naomi Shihab Nye