Freedom and Wildness

My "home water," flowing from the Scapegoat Wilderness in Montana.

My “home water,” flowing from the Scapegoat Wilderness in Montana.

“The Peace of Wild Things.”

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.

Wendell Berry, from Collected Poems, 1957-1982.

A wild, native denizen of my "home water."

A wild, native denizen of my “home water.”

4 Responses to “Freedom and Wildness”

  1. rivertoprambles Says:

    Ah, the home water! And thanks for sharing one of my Berry favorites….

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  2. xanderflyrods Says:

    Nice fish, Ken
    I still believe someday I’ll fish Montana.

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    • Kenov Says:

      As far as I’m concerned you’re welcome anytime. Until it is possible, though, I look forward to fishing together in Transylvania.

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