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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