Comfort

There is an interview that exists in the digital sphere, one in which Ethan Hawke talks about the need for poetry and when and why you might need it. Perhaps not in the everyday but in times of great sorrow, hardship, joy, love. It’s been a rough few days and my emotions have been turbulent. I found myself looking at more and more poetry and was reminded of the interview and its message. When I was younger I would bury emotions under anger, pretend I didn’t have them, that I didn’t feel. The elder version of me that I am currently piloting is less afraid of emotions, though I still am not sure how to navigate them most of the time. All that rambling just to say poems have been feeling like home the last couple days

Wendell Berry The Peace of Wild Things

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.