—One means of sanity is to retain a hold on the natural world, to remain, insofar as we can, good animals. ~ Wallace Stegner
Well, yes I have written such poems on
occasion and several times in fact, not
because I was asked, but just because
my heart or soul or maybe some other
nameless part of me couldn’t help but
do so. I’ve quoted Rachel Carson, Walt
Whitman, and Wallace Stegner just to
add intellectual heft to my haranguing.
And based on what I can tell, so far none
of my writing or talking has made a single
bit of difference, except that I now stare
dumbstruck at the magnificence of a single
ocean wave, and cannot take my eyes
off clouds and full moons or Giant Egrets,
taking one tiny sacred step at a time.
After all, isn’t every poem ever just a search
and rescue party for our heart and soul–
nothing protected, nothing saved, nothing
sustained, except maybe, just maybe, me,
and you, and every other blessed thing.
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