In honor of my homesickness for the UP, here is a poem by Michigan's Jim Harrison.
Another Country
by Jim Harrison
I love these raw moist dawns with
a thousand birds you hear but can’t
quite see in the mist.
My old alien body is a foreigner
struggling to get into another country.
The loon call makes me shiver.
Back at the cabin I see a book
and am not quite sure what that is.
Read, listen, share, create, and be on watch.
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