Autumn Grieve shares a favorite poem

Psalm

There's a man surrounded by crickets in the grass

he's sitting on damp soil    

its breath better known

than his own heartbeat     

he's sitting with a congregation
of stones    

listening to the earth's sermons    

all the readings

from the scriptures of grass which were written in secret
composed of stalks and blades and glyphs of light
and the legs of crickets like bows against strings
playing the psalm of themselves

the man sits    

oblivious to the beauty of his own solitude

which is a single blade of grass in the evening breeze    

genuflecting.

 

by Julia McCarthy
from her collection 'Return to Erebus', 2010

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Don Domanski is a Canadian poet who's work I hope will be discovered and cherished by the wider world - his themes are universal - and his poems are not only intensely beautiful, but an illumination in these uncertain times.