The Piece of Wild Things…
When despair for the world grows in me
And I wake up 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 I am free.