I finished reading Mink River by Brian Doyle, a book I love.  Needing a little more of his voice, I came to a book of his poems How the Light Gets In: And Other Headlong Epiphanies.  Here’s one, a soft note for the night.

October Poem

What is the best poem you ever wrote in your 

whole life?

I ask a friend of mine, aged six, and she thinks

about this

For a whole minute, looking down in the grass for 

words,

And she says, The time I tried to make a coat for a 

mouse

From spider-webs. My sister and brothers helped

me find

The webs. It takes a lot of webs to make a jacket

for mice.

We apologized to the spiders. This was in October.

Mama

Said we could borrow webs as long as we were

respectful.

That’s the best poem I ever wrote, and I didn’t do

it alone.