Poetic justice
ately, I’ve been dreaming of poems. Poems I’ve encountered over the years come to me in my sleep, and I think about slipping them into my clients’ dreams as antidotes, a form of word whispering to the experiences and turbulences that confront them on a daily basis. Hafiz’s poem, with lines like, ‘’ relays emotions about loneliness and a lack of support we can’t always find the language to express. But a poem can.
