April is National Poetry Month
Today on the shore of the Columbia River
I am pondering the “what is” in my later life
and what is enough
Meditating on this little poem by Wendell Berry
In The Peace of Wild Things:
The Arrival
Like a tide it comes in,
wave after wave of foliage and fruit,
the nurtured and the wild,
out of the light to this shore
in its extravagance we shape
the strenuous outline of enough
