“I dreamed that I floated at will in the great Ether,
and I saw this world floating also not far
off, but diminished to the size of an apple.
Then an angel took it in his hand and brought it to
me and said, ‘This must thou eat’. And I ate the world.”
by Ralph Waldo Emerson
This post contains photos taken during one canoe trip on the Banana
slough a crescent shaped body of water in front of our cabin. Sloughs
or glacial potholes are feed by snow melt and groundwater infill rather
than actual streams. This means the level fluctuates during period of
high rainfall or drought. At present it is as high as anyone in the family
can remember. This has meant lots of waterfowl, this trip, more a one
hour meander was in early June so we encountered a glaring goose mother,
and a pair of blackbirds determined top distract us from their nest.
Why does this written doe bound through these written woods?
For a drink of written water from a spring
whose surface will xerox her soft muzzle?
Why does she lift her head; does she hear something?
Perched on four slim legs borrowed from the truth,
she pricks up her ears beneath my fingertips.
Silence - this word also rustles across the page
and parts the boughs
that have sprouted from the word "woods."
from The Joy Of Writing
by Wislawa Szymborska
