I know for a while again
the health of self forgetfulness,
– Wendell Berry (“Sabbaths 2000, V”)
Call it ‘eye’, if you will,
that desperate search for notches
and niches apart from the self
that beckon, and sometimes beg—
but often ambush us with awe
to behold, to become so small
that we forget what we have created
within this heavy flesh just
to consume and survive our appetites
for a short time. Only the desperate
have it, the lucky ones looking
beyond man’s crude creations
our children must learn to live with.
I die a little each time I’m overtaken
to let the mind go at these thresholds
and somehow think that I can
preserve and frame the moment
in a photograph or poem.
for Wendell Berry
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