“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 not tax their lives
with forethought
of grief. I come into
the presence of still water.
And I feel above me
the day-blind stars
waiting with their light.
For a time
I rest into he grace
of the world, and am free.”

-from “Collected Poems: 1957-1982″