A POEM FOR A SUNDAY: 1/19/25*
A WENDELL BERRY MORNING EVERY DAY
The poem framed above travels with me around the world now that I live this pilgrim’s life. I have a few talismanic objects I unpack when I arrive at my latest stop and place about the room where I am staying in order to mark it as just maybe mine, but only maybe. One of those mine-but-only-maybe markers is this poem by Wendell Berry. The first thing…