My husband is watching the Tour de France,
\nI’m watching my words here.
\nWe can’t be too clear, can we, but
\nthe opposite is also true —
\nclarity can be a pain, and when in pain
\nwe seek freedom, even while we are
\nnot always sure what it is.<\/p>\n
Through a tunnel, darkly, but what
\nwill we see when we emerge? Birds have
\ntheir routine songs in the morning,
\nand in the evening, too, before their meal
\nof grubs and seeds. They do not plan
\ndinner the way we do, they do not desire
\nsauce or spice, or mice, or gossip.<\/p>\n
We think we know better, we always
\nthink we know better. We set our tables,
\nposition our forks and knives, battle plans,
\nwe move our mountains and armies,
\nwe climb our trees, we think we need to
\nmake it heavy. Even our songs are hymns
\nof lamentation, of death, and of envy.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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