The Emergency Poet

“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....”

It's the lulling sound of a mother singing her baby to sleep,
the waves on the shore.

There's a poem in this book for all-things-scary-and horrible. Losing love. Getting older. Sickness. Dying. Loss.

Check it out.