The Sunday Poem: Rebecca Foust’s “Kinship of Flesh”
During such divided times, it can be easy—when we disagree so fundamentally—to forget the humanity of other people. What might seem to us a gesture of supporting the greater good and the well-being of our society (like getting vaccinated, for instance), can just as easily seem to someone else a threat to their liberty, or a source of fear for their own health. What is perhaps most shocking at this point in the pandemic is just how separate we can feel from the people we love most, from family members with whom we share a "kinship of flesh," as the title of Rebecca Foust's poem points out.
