Angielski
Nearly all of these poems were written in
2020, the year in which covid-19 moved from China,
to Europe, to the United States-an amazing series of
movements that changed our lives. Infections. Deaths.
Face masks, distancing, personal isolation. Racial
protests. Civic chaos. Global instability.
The burdens were great, and still are-the
lingering deleterious effects of Trump's corrupt
administration and his non-functioning Senate. The
covid-19 pandemic. The plummeting economy. The
horrideous psychological diminution of confidence,
energy, will power, and creative courage throughout
the land.
Nevertheless, in spite of these and related
burdens, the center of the human heart remains
forever alive. We love, we care, we doubt, we fear. We
scale the heights in our mind, sometimes succeed,
sometimes fail, and always aspire to realize the best,
the most hopeful, the most loving and empathic
dimensions of ourselves. That is what most of these
poems are about: the forever-shining jewel-center of
the universal human heart.
