I’ve dithered away much of March with no poem calling to me. I have settled on this Wendell Berry poem, for its brevity and its aptness for times of uncertainty.

Though, has there ever been a time of certainty?

Of course, change and insecurity are constants. But the ability to rest yourself in the comfort and grace of the “day-blind stars” and the living green and blue world remains, regardless of the tempest of the events of the day and the incessant noise, noise which you can just turn off.

“Touch grass” the kids say.

Welcome to spring. New life, new hope is greening up all around you. Get out in it.