When despair for the world grows in me
and I wake 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 am free.
I was going to post a different poem today, but this one was on the facing page and cried out, “Me, I’m the one for today.” As I was typing it out, I realized I’d read several poems recently about how wild animals don’t mess with themselves mentally the way we do. I was especially struck by the image of the stars shining during the day and the idea that they’re waiting there even though we can’t see them.
Note: This is one in a series of poems selected to help those who may have been intimidated by poetry see that it need not be complicated to be beautiful and meaningful. Happy National Poetry Month!