10/22/14 Photo taken by Nayeli Robles |
The Peace of Wild Things
When despair grows in me
and I wake in the middle of the night at the
least of 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 for their light. For a time
I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.
Wendell Berry Famous Poets and Poems
"I spot my turtle in the same place in the corner of her tank. I pull up a chair to observe her–not too close up. She moved away as soon I sat down. She was facing me; now I saw the back of her. I guess she didn't want to look at me. I wonder what I did wrong." Field-notes 10/25
10/25/14 Photo taken by Nayeli Robles |
I thought about what I could have possibly done to upset my turtle. (It seemed ridiculous.) I had been gone for two days because of a volleyball game in Elko. Then I realized maybe my turtle's attitude was due to my absence–perhaps she felt ignored, I had paid a lot of attention to her lately expect for those two days I was unable. My turtle continuously surprises me with her mixture of emotions.
Work Cited
Berry, Wendell. "The Peace of Wild Things." Famous Poets and Poems. N.p. n.d. Web. 26 Oct. 2014.
Berry, Wendell. "The Peace of Wild Things." Famous Poets and Poems. N.p. n.d. Web. 26 Oct. 2014.