One Day - Laura Foley
I didn't read the news.
I raked a rainbow
of pungent autumn leaves,
played abroad with happy dogs,
held my granddaughter in my arms,
and sat beneath an amiable maple,
attentive to current events.
The Way In - Linda Hogan
Sometimes the way to milk and honey is through the body. Sometimes the way in is a song. But there are three ways in the world: dangerous, wounding and beauty. To enter stone, be water. To rise through the hard earth, be plant, desiring sunlight, believing in water. To enter fire, be dry. To enter life, be food.
