Field Notes: Summer 2025

Invocation and benediction
I came to the spillover sound of the brook
needing to remember there is beauty in this world
needing to feel grief and anger and fear move through me
Barefoot in the rock-cool of the purling flow
I saw Song Sparrow
steadfast
atop a swaying reed
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