A long afternoon of light
on the edge of the forest
not in the thick of it yet,
the door cracked open
watching the wind stir
the late-hanging leaves,
the stems of grasses,
the shadows stretching
toward me while the sky
stretches higher and higher
and whatever I had in mind
to accomplish is not accomplished,
but something larger that needs
a lot of time and space,
needs sun and rain and sleep,
slow walks and the slow fullness
of emptiness.
—Carol Tyx, Prairiewoods artist in residence