Shelter Series: Marisa Silver

I am in my home with my husband and one of my sons. We are grateful to be with one another. At the same time, there is a particular quiet that prevails. A sense of abeyance. This suspension from the lives we were living, our knowledge that much will change, create a subtle grief, I think. So today, when “The Blessing” by James Wright, a poem that I have long loved, appeared in my mailbox courtesy of The Poetry Foundation, I was moved especially by these lines (which refer to two horses in a field.)