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t o o k a p i e c e o f br e a d

and wandered:
down to pools, to streams; examined the undersides
of clouds, swimming on their slow grey backs

in still water. These and the spring-bare trees,
and winter teat of thawed leaf mould,
and new birds on old nests, breast-brave,

egg-rich and cocksure, and the
first fawn mothered in close twilit last-year's bracken
say the old songs in the blood (again), the stories

and the root-songs sung to wordless waters
passing these, through and among, to the sea:
we all do this, take breath and be not afraid.