Listen to Dustin Junkert read his piece:
A. A violent order is disorder; and
B. A great disorder is an order
If herbs grow faster the more you rip them to pieces—
and they do; if apples are almost impossible
to get without wax all over them—and they are;
if you fill with despair only as soon as you fill with hope,
and if all this is part of the natural order (or, better, the natural way),
then I know why everything happening in March
is irrelevant in August. The New Year,
a commemoration of the dramatic changes taking place
as December and January mutely brush shoulders.
To the Swift for whom the entire forest is a single nest—
we pray. No, we cannot go back to that.
You will not feel at home until you are at home.