Poetry lifts the veil from the hidden beauty of the world, and makes familiar objects be as if they are not familiar.
~ Percy Bysshe Shelley
That was poetry's usefulness to me this week, making the familiar unfamiliar, but better, making the unfamiliar part of a world that I recognized, when so much seems to have changed. The only time I could focus was reading Basil Bunting, Whitman & others, randomly, whatever my hand landed on. Each time I was centered.