Refuge Bombing – 5 pieces by Sara Wright

In Maine the 4th of July…The bottom line is that women don’t create the chaos and unbearable noise that men do. It comes to a ‘head on the 4th – a time to create misery for all people who are peace loving – just more indication of the breakdown of our culture… I fear that patriarchy may live on until it destroys all we know.

Refuge (before bombing)

A symphony
of phoebe song
a river of stone
blessed by rain….
 Beech leaves beckon,

 crystal waters soothe

Hemlocks hum
I am part of

all there is…

Powers that harm

live just next door.
Leaning into Presence

I pray to
trees who mirror

back strength

 beyond my own.

Beneath words
Before words
(once my kind knew…)
 Forest is community
I am recovering lost language
becoming green enough
to sense and feel.

 Woodland Peace.
The Library of the Earth
is a Living Story
waiting to be read
Forests pour
 honeyed senses

golden pollen

over any who listen

fear or stupidity.

Circle of Fire

Shattering cells
tender bodies
Trees, birds
Dogs and me
Green Heron too…
Ears and limbs
under assault
from those
who would
They must

 not win…

War bombs
drown out
The Voice of the
Forest who heals.

Do the trees recall

of yore?
that lit up
the night


 flowery fountains –
a firefly
lit field

held bowls of water. 

And my dad
playing with
his children
while others 
looked on…
Is that how I learned
to dismiss
a man 
capable of love?
All I know is that
I did.
It’s too late
to say
I’m sorry,
even while
I learned
at Familial Feet.

 Circle of Fire Two

 Yet a circle of fire
returns us to mend what
was broken to begin with 
« People don’t change »
going back to repair
untrustworthy relationships 
built on deceit,

a willingness

to repeat old patterns
is an act

of stupidity.
Just to be
be seen?

Gray green needles

clear muddied mind…

I ask the forest

“ What must I do?”
 “ Be Still “
Cardinal chimes in.
“Be Still

Let Body lead.”
Trust Earth

and Hemlock

to Guide.

Little Deer

Is near.

A rich soil
of possibilities 
pulses light
  unhallowed dark.
I’m still
oozing with confusion.
I must learn
the kind
of patience

Nature mirrors:
Expect nothing,

Live in Now.


Sings up
and Green
Hemlock and pine roots
offer comfort
to exhausted
and bird
from assault…
Sing on
says Phoebe
And it’s my
job to listen.
Sing on…

After – Words


wrap me

in fragrant branches
Let me feel

 ribbed trunks

behind me.

Steep gorge below.
Help me to hear

songs beneath words
Take my body –
Throw bird branches
over me
Let me rest –
be a part of what is.
I know we can be cut down
but for now
We stand as One.

We live keening
for what has been lost
And for what may

Seeking always

Acceptance of what is.

These last italicized words are more about me and my struggle to accept what is happening to forests, waters, trees. Nature, I believe, already knows and accepts what is – her perspective is ancient and wise, mine is only a fragment in time….Although grief is part of the whole, the message is always the same – live on.

BIO: Sara Wright is a naturalist, ethologist (a person who studies animals in their natural habitats) (former) Jungian Pattern Analyst, and a writer. She publishes her work regularly in a number of different venues and is presently living in Maine.

Author: Sara Wright

I am a writer and naturalist who lives in a little log cabin by a brook with my two dogs and a ring necked dove named Lily B. I write a naturalist column for a local paper and also publish essays, poems and prose in a number of other publications.

3 thoughts on “Refuge Bombing – 5 pieces by Sara Wright”

  1. It’s a good time to be old. I reflect often on my happy memories, while wondering how much longer oxygen-breathing creatures will survive the onslaught of patriarchy.

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  2. This so beautiful and so poignant. Your line about sparklers made me think of July 4 when I was a child. We would always go up to a lake in northern Michigan and run around with sparklers – no fireworks on the lake then – and it was so magical. Now I understand there is a big fireworks display over the lake. What a travesty of the beauty and peace of the lake! I do hear more people questioning unnecessary noise and explosions, especially related to fireworks, as they are so disruptive to wild living beings, children, and those with trauma related to guns or war. May the questioning lead to a reverence for the peace of stillness for us all.

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    1. It is a good time to be old as Katherine just said – i was just making that remark to someone today – if I was young – sensitive that i am, visionary that i am, i’m not sure i could go on.
      I remember that these holidays used to be fun…. the intent was not to blast people out of their bodies… here we also have impotent men with too many guns…


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