Spring Poem for Reflection

Here is a taste of what the current Cohort is reflecting on during its May retreat.

Infinitive

By Ursula LeGuin

We make too much history.

With or without us

There will be the silence

and the rocks and the far shining.

But what we need to be

is, oh, the small talk of swallows

in evening over

dull water under willows.

To be we need to know the river

holds the salmon and the ocean

holds the whales as lightly

as the body holds the soul

in the present tense, in the present tense.