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THE PEACE OF WILD THINGS
by Wendell Berry
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 wrote this one during the breakup with my ex:

I don’t really know when it started



Maybe it was always there



A slow creeping uncertainty



Growing through me like dandelions



I felt myself cracking



I don’t think you ever paid enough attention to see them



At first they were just weeds



Easily plucked and disposed of



Soon they began to bloom



When their seeds flew on the wind



They spread through me



Now I don’t know where the weeds end



And I begin



I need to clear it all



I need to find what’s under the destruction



I need to tear the roots and burn the leaves



I need to clear them from me



With them I clear you as well



There is no hate in my broken heart for you



Though I know you probably will



I hope you don’t hate me forever



I never wanted that



I hope you find rich soil



I hope you grow where you’re meant to



I hope I can patch myself



Asphalt and gravel



Skin and bone



Roots and leaves
 
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