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...