After reading "The Peace of Wild Things" by Wendell Berry, many times,
I knew I needed to memorize it.
I mentioned this poem in an earlier blog post, "When It's Time to Reset."
When Berry spoke of the "wood drake"
I used this photo of a Wood Duck I photographed in a nearby pond.
Wood Duck, drake, Annapolis, Maryland
But I have fallen in love with a new drake: the male African Pygmy Goose.
This drake is the one I imagine now when I recite the poem, and
this quiet water is what I imagine when I reach the line:
"I come into the presence of still water."
African Pygmy Goose, hen and drake, Zambezi River, Zimbabwe