Clearly I'm on a poetry kick lately...
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go and lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, and the great heron feeds.
I come into the peace of wild things
who do not tax their lives with forethought
of grief. I come into the presence of still water.
And I feel above me the day-blind stars
waiting with their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
|Escaped to the woods for a kind of peace with my wild things.|
|Eating cookies in a relatively normal way.|
|Eating cookies his own way.|
|Flowers for my hair obtained illegally by my two soft-hearted guys.|
|Forced to sit and listen to The Peace of Wild Things.|
|Old enough to lug our freight.|