In other news…
I don’t know where all you new followers came from, but hello!
(should I be offended that my follower increase correlates with a distinct absence of recent posts?)
I remember the morning I closed the lid
on memory and turned the handle.
Locking it away forever.
Nobody knows what happened to me
out here, sea. Only you and I know.
At night, clouds form in front of the moon.
By morning they’re gone. And that sweet light
I spoke of? That’s gone too.
—Raymond Carver, closing lines to “Sweet Light,” All of Us; The Collected Poems (Alfred A. Knopf, 1998)