I wonder if you can pause
—just for a moment—
the emergency of your life
and step out into
the quiet of the world.
Hear how gently it conveys
the delicate thread of birdsong,
how quickly it can soothe
the rupture of a passing jet.
Feel its vast, smiling invitation
to rest back into the person
you’ve been all your life.
Listen now–
the poppies bursting
out over the sidewalk
are electric with bees.
Look how they bury their bodies
in flower after flower, drunk
on their longing for the world.
Maybe that’s the real work:
to fall, over and over, into
the scent of what you love.
–From my book, The Wilderness That Bears Your Name
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