Quote of the moment

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.

-Wendell Berry: The Peace or the Wild Things

Aug 10, 2009

Pack

The hike has no point
Hiker has nowhere to go
Still he dons the pack
Probably will come back

Easy two-mile walk there and round
No need for dwelling strapped pack
But never to tell, he might just go
Without another backward glance

Punishment driving each step
Ignoring the water on his back
Through summers glaring heat
Side trips help stretch the miles

Should he try that steep grade
Down to river below that calls
His name clear in its every voice
Impossible decent beckons him

That one is a trip without return
Probably why the clarity of the voice
Does it take more strength to go
Or the effort needs to stay his feet

The pressed trip of that lost fool
Brings pain to hard pushed body
An ache sought to still feel alive
Without real desire for either



G- Aug 2009
Posted by Gooseman at 4:21 PM

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