Particular Balance

To community,

at last, I extend my regard:


a swarm of bees,

a school of fish,

a flock of cormorants,

a herd of deer,

a pod of whales,

a nest of ants,

a pride of lions.


The rabbit, licking my brow.


All of this world, I’ve roved

and come home

in a new place.


Still, it’s the loners I nod toward:







A walrus or seal

lolling in the surf.


It’s an honor to remember

when to keep a respectful

and safe distance.


And when to draw near.

Poem copyright 2017 by Jnana Hodson.
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