Found a poet I’d heard named often but hadn’t yet read her books, Louise Gluck. I read a few poems in her book, set it down, read a few from my book. I saw and heard what are in mine, realized what are in hers.
I am happy to read a woman who mentions the word, “fig” as much as I have.
I am drinking it in, the nectar of the new; what I hadn’t known that is within me becomes realized. How wonderful it is, this deliciousness on my tongue along with the hint of something I hadn’t yet tasted.