Here's to antidotes to excesses of civilization, and here's a poem for Poetry Friday, by Mary Oliver:
Walking to Oak-Head Pond, and Thinking
of the Ponds I Will Visit in the Next
Days and Weeks
What is so utterly invisible
not the wind,
not the inside of stone.
And yet, how often I'm fooled-
I'm wading along
in the sunlight-
and I'm sure I can see the fields and the ponds shining
I can see the light spilling
like a shower of meteors
into next week's trees,
(Read the rest of the poem here.)
The Poetry Friday round up is at Wild Rose Reader today.