How we interact with our climate and nature, for good and too often for ill, is a pressing concern in the work of Jane Hirshfield, as in this piece from her latest collection, Ledger.
Corals, Coho, Coelenterates
I keep a white page before me. Each time one is marred with effort, striving, effect, I turn to another.
Corals, coho, coelenterates inside the waving arms of your branches that give off a scent intoxicant only to certain fish—
lichens, burdocks, mycelial mats between trees— forgive this hubris. Some hope is in it. Your companions are new here.
A child who crayons does not know her drawing leaves behind absence on forest, on ocean.