<div class="line">What made the winter wren say,</div>
<div class="line">this is my home now, as it carried</div>
<div class="line">stick after stick and tufts of grass</div>
<div class="line">to the tractor, shaping a soft place</div>
<div class="line">inside the arm that lifts the bucket?</div>
<div class="line">What gave such a small body</div>
<div class="line">so much space for song, belting out</div>
<div class="line">notes from its perch on top of the seat,</div>
<div class="line">chirping if we get too close to that</div>
<div class="line">hollow where her young are now</div>
<div class="line">hatching, calling out in hunger?</div>
<div class="line">What fills any of us with care enough</div>
<div class="line">to say yes to this difficult world,</div>
<div class="line">taking our places in it, despite</div>
<div class="line">the risks, knowing the dangers?</div>
<div class="line">Watch how the wren shrinks itself</div>
<div class="line">to fit inside the tractor we haven’t</div>
<div class="line">driven in weeks, where tiny beings</div>
<div class="line">have just emerged from eggs the size</div>
<div class="line">of marbles, each one filled with</div>
<div class="line">the songs of their mother and father,</div>
<div class="line">a music that’s larger than this</div>
<div class="line">one life we are given.</div><figure class="wp-block-audio"><audio controls src="https://admin.rattle.com/audio/CrewsSpace.mp3"></audio></figure>

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<div class="line">The man I married sat next to me</div>
<div class="line">after our wedding, October light pouring in</div>
<div class="line">over dusty pews as he loosened his tie</div>
<div class="line">and sipped from a cup of apple cider,</div>
<div class="line">closing his eyes to savor the taste.</div>
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<div class="line">Now I think I didn’t marry him so much</div>
<div class="line">as his amazement for the everyday,</div>
<div class="line">the way he still gasps each time we see</div>
<div class="line">something new—baby painted turtle</div>
<div class="line">plodding through a stream in the quarry,</div>
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<div class="line">or a neon-orange caterpillar inching</div>
<div class="line">across crisp leaves on the trail,</div>
<div class="line">how he kneels to film it from every angle</div>
<div class="line">while I crouch beside him, in awe</div>
<div class="line">of his awe, learning all that I can.</div>


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