It happens when I’m not looking:
things appear—wrapped packages
in the refrigerator or on the table
surprises to open—plates of pumpkin bread
bowls filled with miso couscous or mango
pistachio rice, jars of hardboiled eggs
as if elves or fairies had been at work
while I slept or read or wrote poems, as if
this were an enchanted world
and maybe it is, abundance
raining upon us and how can we ever
have enough gratitude for all we receive.
—Carol Tyx, Prairiewoods artist in residence, on the food during her first stay at Prairiewoods
Posted Feb. 19, 2019