The Ecology of Water
Published by Femzine ‘I praise the scoring drought, the flying dust, the drying creek, the furious animal, that they oppose us still;...
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Welcome to this little space, this little corner of the internet, where I have decided to share some musings and poetry; big in heart, big in awe for the natural world and big in stoking the fires of connection.
thank you for being here.
with wild love,
Zoë
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I thought the earth
remembered me, she
took me back so tenderly, arranging
her dark skirts, her pockets
full of lichens and seeds. I slept
as never before, a stone
on the riverbed, nothing
between me and the white fire of the stars
but my thoughts, and they floated
light as moths among the branches
of the perfect trees. All night
I heard the small kingdoms breathing
around me, the insects, and the birds
who do their work in the darkness. All night
I rose and fell, as if in water, grappling
with a luminous doom. By morning
I had vanished at least a dozen times
into something better.
- Sleeping in the Forest, Mary Oliver
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