"they slipped
briskly
into an intimacy
from which they
never recovered."
F Scott Fitzgerald
"One cannot know what is going to happen . . . it might possibly be after all" Søren Kierkegaard's reflection on pitiful hope, Fear and Trembling, 1845
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 l