Song by Alicia Suskin Ostriker | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor
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Song by Alicia Suskin Ostriker | The Writer's Almanac with Garrison Keillor

James Crews
What made the winter wren say,
this is my home now, as it carried
stick after stick and tufts of grass
to the tractor, shaping a soft place
inside the arm that lifts the bucket?
What gave such a small body
so much space for song, belting out
notes from its perch on top of the seat,
chirping if we get too close to that
hollow
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Look at the fragile mushrooms.
Look at the black widow.
Pause with me a moment,
and hear the cicadas humming.
Here is where I’m home, among the
mammoth red woods.
When I was lost, the ants absorbed me,
calling me to the smallness of Earth.
There I heard the song of silence.
Come with me through the miniscule.
Listen, the cicadas are