I found this poem today, after talking with friends about the power of lists in our lives. I know when I die my children will have my notebooks, filled with lists of my daily chores, struggles and intentions and through these, perhaps more than anything, they will have a sense of how I lived my days.
This poem was inspired by William Carlos Williams This is Just To Say
The Note
Today I found a note,
tucked in a journal,
it exposed a chink in time
that winked at me
with treacherous mischief.
Blue Hill, it said.
Mozzarella,
coffee,
sopresssata,
avocados.
And don’t forget ,
nasturtiums.
A life distilled
in a simple list
of kindness
and indulgence.