Poem 1: Restoring Me to an Uncultivated State Standing in front of Trinity Collegephotographing the vibrating red poppies.In a soft Irish brogue, as if telling me a secret,he said “It’s not that the gardeners are lazy,they’re rewilding and letting nature restore herself.Recover to who she was before we humansthought domination of nature is best.” Rewilding.Being ...
Guest Post: Three Poems from Pat

