“How do we continue all these days?”
More from Naomi Shihab Nye
“So much of any year is flammable, lists of vegetables, partial poems. Orange swirling…”
“My father’s hopes travel with me years after he died. Someday we will learn how to live.…”
“I do and don’t love you— isn't that happiness?”
“If you could be anyone, would you choose to be yourself?”