discouraged sometimes

how amazing this world
this beautiful earth is
as she turns towards summer
in fits and huge winds
 i am confused and discouraged by myself
by all of us
by what i hear from the voices
of people who believe strange and vicious things
 i walk out on my land
and on the land at the new place, too
looking for solace
 and then i get played
by a porcupine
into remembering: this 
trickster (who lives
uninvited in my barn)
and who knows a thing or two
 that i don't.
the spring and the turnings
of this world are wiser
and funnier
than me.
and more beautiful.
by august these will be brilliant
gold and rich chocolate
how could i forget?
i always forget.