One of our participants in the mark making course sent this poem from Marie Howe as a response to taking the course. We thank her heartily for sending such a heartfelt response.
Even if I don’t see it again- nor feel it
I know it is- and that if once it hailed me
it ever does
And so it is myself I want to turn in that direction
not as a toward a place, but it was a titling
as one turns a mirror to flash the light to where
it isn’t- I was blinded like that- and swam
in what shone at me
only able to endure it by being no one and so
specifically myself I thought I’d die
from being loved like that.