It’s just what we need right now, covered in the mournful despair, post-election gunk, holiday yuck, and winter blues, a reminder what joy can do to a poem, to a life, a reminder to look around, a reminder to know how to say hello. This poem is top-notch incredible for its persistent go-forthness, its ringing a giant hopeful bell.
I learned how to say hello:
Hello, Mississippi river! Hello, silver silver silver gray!
Hello, dog! You are barking wildly at me. Hello!