If you’re feeling a little stressed or overwhelmed, I would really like if you would take a couple of minutes to slow down and read this poem.
Before Dark
by: Wendell Berry
From the porch at dusk I watched
a kingfisher wild in flight
he could only have made for joy.
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He came down the river, splashing
against the water’s dimming face
like a skipped rock, passing
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on down out of sight. And still
I could hear the splashes
farther and farther away
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as it grew darker. He came back
the same way, dusky as his shadow,
sudeen beyond the willows.
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The splashes went on out of hearing.
It was dark then. Somewhere
the night had accommodated him
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–at the place he was headed for
or where, led by his delight,
he came.