Nati Art Photography

When You Wake, What Is The First Thing You See?

This year, I entered into the most profound experience of grief I have ever known. Nothing could have prepared me. I heard the deafening sound of the universe ripping apart. Desperate for an anchor, I turned to poetry. My copies of Stephen Cramer’s “Shiva’s Drum” and Andrea Gibson’s “Pole Dancing To Gospel Hymns” never left my hands. I breathed the poems. A line from…