Oh barn dog, how close
are your predicaments
to mine.
In the shelter,
the cradle is warm,
the fur dry;
and the hand that feeds
you can not bite.
But you ache,
secretively, and wail
and howl at the yellow
moon, when it's a buoy
in the unfathomable sky.
The songs and art in this book are about our collective emergence after the pandemic and trauma of the last few years - comprised of 5 collections: World as Refuge, Where We Live, In Our Hands, Rhythms of Change and What We See & Sow.
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