I’m looking at a small, hand-stitched, felt earth by my sweet friend and fellow poet Eileen Spinelli, for which I’m very grateful. It reminds me, as it is supposed to do, that we’re sailing through space on the only ride we have. It’s surely worth thinking about as we write our poems for April. Let’s see what EARTH inspires. I hope to see many approaches and applications as those clever minds of yours begin to share your efforts. Thanks in advance.