Sent by The Berry Center today. 💔 Thank you for all you gave us. Rest in the peace of wild things, and the grace of the world beyond.

There are so many so powefull poems of his. This one seemed appropriate for today.

As I am want to do, it comes with a rendition on the ol' radio.

https://youtube.com/shorts/dJwYJt3WD5I

It's strange. It made me think of that powerplant somehow. The smokestacks towering so tall you could see them for miles around, dismantled and gone. The Landscape strangely altered in an unfamiliar way. Something that always was there, though at times not really pretty to look at, mind, now missing from the world.

Once there was a man who filmed his vacation.

He went flying down the river in his boat

with his video camera to his eye, making

a moving picture of the moving river

upon which his sleek boat moved swiftly

toward the end of his vacation. He showed

his vacation to his camera, which pictured it,

preserving it forever: the river, the trees,

the sky, the light, the bow of his rushing boat

behind which he stood with his camera

preserving his vacation even as he was having it

so that after he had had it he would still

have it. It would be there. With a flick

of a switch, there it would be. But he

would not be in it. He would never be in it.

‘Dance,’ they told me, and I stood still, and while they stood quiet in line at the gate of the Kingdom, I danced.

‘Pray,’ they said, and I laughed, covering myself in the earth’s brightnesses, and then stole off gray into the midst of a revel, and prayed like an orphan.

When they said, ‘I know my Redeemer liveth,’ I told them, ‘He’s dead.’

And when they told me ‘God is dead,’ I answered, ‘He goes fishing every day in the Kentucky River. I see Him often.’

Title says most of it. Looking for poetry, long or short, about how lovely it can be to be single and wild. or the opposite, the struggle deciding to be single can cause, but not wanting to give it up regardless.

thank you