Stymied, I close the front door behind me,
step into summer’s humidity,
leave frustration piled on my desk.
A trail of unconnected thoughts
floats behind me,
litter the sidewalk.
Then, I notice
the spotted fawn studying me
from the bushes, startled,
she lopes away.
In her much-beloved poem, Wild Geese, Mary Oliver has something to say about our endless attempts to prove ourselves. Life “calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting,” she says, reminding you of your home in the family of things. Adrie Kussarow reworked Wild Geese to help us sort through our knee-jerk responses to the coronavirus.
During the coronavirus, our daily forays into the natural world have kept us sane, and we’ve been extremely grateful for access to a park, a hiking trail, a meadow or a garden. As our world shifts, we keep returning to the landscape for a sense of solace, and more of us are keeping a Nature Journal.