I am not pithy. You may have noticed. I used to write poetry. It was pithy. But the truth was and still is that I have to think A LOT to write a little. Not to mention the rewriting process.

Okay, I’ve already written more than I intended. This is supposed to be an introduction to a poem I saw in the woods at the Bloedel Reserve. April is poetry month.

I like this more than a pithy amount. Maybe you will, too.

Song of the Thunders

I go about pitying myself
while I am carried by the wind
across the sky.

-Songs of the Chippewa
-Translated by Francis Densmore