The motion we’re thinking about goes from heart to hand to paper – and sometimes sticks (we’ll get to that). This spring several young children arrived at Boxerwood clutching poems they had spontaneously created for us at home. Many more sent heart-filled letters from school. Fifth grade “haiku masters,” meanwhile, inscribed their words onto sticks, flinging their poems into the river and on toward the sea.
Here is a recent sampler. The first two arrived in our hands spontaneously. The second two come from a batch of more than 100 haiku created by students this week during a day-long watershed program at Glen Maury Park. Flotilla of haiku now ply the waters toward the Chesapeake Bay even as you read these lines.
All poetry, in motion.
