I believe seven is a magical number, that things change or enter a new dimension after seven years. Tonight the Winter Poem Exchange Party arrived on the mark. Looking back, it was amazing how it started as a whim, and how it has grown into a poetic tradition.
Last night an email from someone unknown: I’m a visiting poet from the UK and would like to come to your party. She came, told us that she is visiting the States and goes to three poetry events a day.
New friends, poems, music, stories. Two readings happened in tandem upstairs and down every hour. In between we feasted on scrumptious food.
“I wish this is what we do for a living,” said Steve Mackin.
It was a wish made today, the beginning of a new “seven”. Let’s see what happens when we arrive at the next mark.
