Meanwhile
Meanwhile the world’s still doing spring
like nothing’s happening. There was sunlight
on the forest floor today, and the sounds of birds
welcoming themselves home to another place
they still belong. My fear found no corroboration
in the old growth Douglas firs, who seemed
as steady as ever. Not even the swarms
of little hemlocks clawing towards the light
echoed my alarm. They all just let me be there
with all the hornets buzzing in my chest.
Some mirrors are big enough to show you
how even the end of the world really isn’t.
–From my book, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
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