by Tracy K. Smith, The Florida Courier, May 29, 2015
In her poem, “The Ordinary Life,” Tracy K. Smith reflects on the meaning of slogging through the weight of the everyday, even when you’re tired. “Just once,” she muses, it would be nice “to start out early, free from memory and lighter for it. Like Adam on that first day: alone but cheerful, no fear of the maker, anything his for the naming, nothing to shirk from, nothing to shirk, no lot to carry that wasn’t by choice.”
