https://poets.org/poem/names-grasses
” Darkness is a good teacher,
and she guides me to be gentle with myself.
With a nuzzle of her head into my hand,
she says, in her way, that I am ok. (…) Soon, my eyes, and I, will adjust.
But for now, I’m suspended,
in this moment that is the sum
of all moments.
The grass, it occurs to me,
is bluestem. The air is amniotic.
And I cry a good cry as the great dog
keeps on guarding me.”