This Is How

This Is How 1It will happen quietly. You won’t know it,at first. The day will dawn, birds will be singing.The coffee will be on. The kids will wake up.It will happen and you won’t know it happened.Get the kids to school, get yourself to work.No one will be talking...

An Explanation

An Explanation I, too, love the colorful flowers,and the soaring, singing birds,and the up-stretched arms of trees,who live always in the posture of prayerand celebration. I, too, have stretchedmy arms up and prayed and sang. I, too, love the faces of childrenand of...
Wildness

Wildness

Wildness I love what’s wildmore than anything cultivatedto an excess so bewilderingthe essence is lost. The wild Nootka rose, for example,with its plain, flat, five-petaled flower,and the purest smell of any blossomI’ve had the pleasure to put my nose in. And, though...

Making Bread

Making Bread The lungs of bread are blackened by smokeand heavy machinery weeps.Children stand outside schoolsrefusing to play with their toys,while a flower breaks its neck in a high speed chaseand a check is written to pay for eight new fighter-bombers. Maybe this...
The Yellow Bird

The Yellow Bird

The Yellow Bird Some things are too big to see.We glimpse only the edge of a shadowpassing over the sky or across a wide valley.Perhaps we hear it in a sudden wisp of silence,or in a whiff of cloud, or in the whisperof a scent that can’t quite be placed in memory,as...

Bright Prize

bright prize oh, you should see the sparkling light through wet treesas the birds come and go from their feeders this morning wildwind flapping all the new leaves like green prayer flags andeven the clumsy gray squirrel comes by slipping on the wet porch railingand...