| At the beginning of the pandemic, I read poems to my four-year old daughter as a way of both continuing my poetry practice while trying to be a full-time teacher to her, poet, professor, and dad. I hoped the collective readings would offer us something other than the panic that sat at the door step with all of the unknowns that surrounded this disease that had entered the country and ground it a halt. After each reading, I asked her if she felt anything. Sometimes, she responded with a poem of her own. This poem, “Journey to Satchidananda,” is a response to one of her poems, and the last line of the poem is hers, what she said to me while responding to a poem by Audre Lorde. | 
