I heard the foghorn
Then remembered
The rain on the roof overhead
The tall trees dripping and swaying
Leaves rustling.

Have they been here forever?
Since the days when Pere Marquette
Walked through cool glades
And chirping golden meadows
To the open blue of Lake Michigan?

My grandmother sang me ‘The Red Fox Song’
‘Til nothing was left but the bones-o…’
And read me stories of magical [...]

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 [...]