I gave myself over to being loved
and that is a miracle all human beings deserve.
–from “Slumber After Surgery” by James Navé
If you missed it, there was a lovely story on NPR this morning about James Navé , who has been writing poetry every day since his surgery for prostate cancer earlier this year. I just finished listening to the story again and to the three poems posted on NPR’s site. I particularly like “Night Noon.” It reminds me of the nights in the hospital after my surgeries–the surreal nature of time and space–though I don’t remember having nearly as much grace as this poem suggests. Worth a listen!