I mentioned in my last post that I was pondering

which was the chicken and which the egg, whether

I look at nature differently because I am reading

my favorite poets or whether I read them because

they help me place what I have seen it some

kind of context. I know they are an important

refuge for me.

"Meanwhile the wild geese, high in the clean blue air,
are heading home again.
Whoever you are, no matter how lonely,
the world offers itself to your imagination,
calls to you like the wild geese, harsh and exciting–
over and over announcing your place
in the family of things."

                  Wild Geese

                                       Mary Oliver