Animals Moving to the Sound of Drums (2013)

That fall it was not intentional to have a Galway Kinnell book on the table near where the caterpillar in the doorway feeding on our offerings became the butterfly feeding on honey water staying in our house until we let it go Or it was not known about the deer in Putney or that the baby birds in the raspberry bushes would cry to us in summer A beloved old friend once visited Vermont to do some work for Galway Kinnell and she described a stone table in the field where they ate meals in the afternoon it sounded like a song and so I looked at the book and from Little SleepsHead Sprouting Hair in the Moonlight here is that line The still undanced cadence of vanishing