Lately it seems like I and others I know are finding poems. They are the not-so-happy poems, which capture the zeitgeist of a world slowly unwinding that they thought they knew, but in the end, never did. Or maybe for some, we knew what we knew, and we wanted to pretend we were just overly worried and we were just getting overworked about nothing. Turns out we were overthinking nothing. We were always paying attention and trying to keep things in perspective. We still are.

Two poems for this troubled times:

• Czeslaw Milosz, Café
• Theodore Roethke, In a Dark Time