Where the wood drake rests

         Taken from a window in our home. Terry Barrett, photographer

This poem, "The Peace of Wild Things" by Wendell Berry, has been animated by Charlotte Ager and Katy Wang and funded by OnBeing

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 light. For a time

I rest in the grace of the world, and am free.

A wood drake is a male Wood Duck. Here is one from the neighborhood.