I never tire of kneeling
before the oaks that flank
the altar in the chapel,
centering myself with the one
to the east first, then pivoting
south. In their presence
it seems more possible to pray,
to feel the spirit skittering
through me like the squirrel
leaping from branch to
branch, like the sun climbing
the trunk to the very top.
—Carol Tyx, Prairiewoods artist in residence
Photo by Joey Glass