When despair for the world grows in me
& I wake in the night at the least sound
in fear of what my life and my children’s lives may be,
I go & lie down where the wood drake
rests in his beauty on the water, & 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, & am free.
there is clover, ferns, wild flowers, a thick texture of leaves, the roses are in bloom, & the birds are sound & sight. the cardinals nest in the rose bushes & trees. i love the spring. wild things are all around——i hope they’ll stay.