This Lucille Clifton poem on my mind today— who among us can imagine ourselves unimagined?

Thanks for reading! 💕

"One voice, with sublime disregard for the situation, read poetry aloud in the fiery study, until all the film spools burned, until all the wires withered and the circuits cracked."

From Bradbury's short story, "There Will Come Soft Rains"

My feed is awash with gorgeous photographs of blue herons, so as a means of introduction, here is a (low-res) heron on my deck a few years ago, and the poem she inspired, published by the always wonderful @lostballoon.bsky.social.

Happy to be here with all of you & the blue sky & the birds.