Postcard to Crawford, Texas,
from the Les Cheneaux Islands, Michigan
Surrounded by water,
we don’t think much about the desert
or how to make one.
The sunsets and the stars
humble us with their presence—
because we know these are God banners,
and not the flags we raise with our own hands.
We live with the bats
and the spiders, and cannot hate
what is so much a part of the place
and our own history.
We don’t do much clearing,
because sometimes the world works
by letting things grow
with a simple love of where we are:
surrounded by Huron’s waters,
the cedar forest, and each other.
Wish you were here.
© 2006 by Rob Hardy. Originally published in the Water-Stone Review, vol. 9 (Fall 2006).
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