by Dr. Bruce Mitchell
Its soft light, gray, blue, and yellow, enriches shadows
in flowing fields of grain, moving to land tides of wind.
Deep in our pasts, the prairie moon soothed our spirits,
gave understanding to our labor, mystery to our imagination.
We still seek those nights, standing alone in ourselves
looking out over what we have accomplished, what we may,
Finding harmony in this moment before the tide moves on.
Nicola Sturgeon, Prime Minister of Scotland
Printed in “Le Monde,” Sept. 24, 2020
“We cannot wait that the tempest passes and should rather profit from this period to reimagine the world which surrounds us.”
From “All the King’s Men,” by Robert Penn Warren:
“After a great blow, or crisis, after the first shock and then after the nerves have stopped screaming and twitching, you settle down to the new condition of things and feel that all possibility of change has been used up. You adjust yourself, and are sure that the new equilibrium is for eternity…. But if anything is certain it is that no story is ever over, for the story which we think is over is only a chapter in a story which will not be over, and it isn’t the game that is over, it is just an inning and that game has a lot more than nine innings. When the game stops it will be called on account of darkness. But it is a long day.”