Skunk in the Wilderness

I believe in God when I see

a dandelion pressing through the rupture in the pavement.

A tiny golden sun forcing its way through the darkness,

hell-bent on growing.

Recognizing the sacred in the everyday, protecting an ailing earth, opening to wonder-these reflections, along with contemplations on the importance of poop, skunks, monarch butterflies, and even bacteria became the urgent subjects of poems written in the space of a few weeks in the winter of 2020-2021. Skunk in the Wilderness refle...