Jim Harrison wrote: "I believe in steep drop-offs, the thunderstorm across the lake . . .
cold winds, empty swimming pools,
the overgrown path to the creek, raw garlic,
used tires, taverns, saloons,
bars, gallons of red wine,
stunted lilac groves,
gravel roads that end, brush
piles, thickets . . .
leaky wooden boats, the smell
of used engine oil,
turbulent rivers, lakes without
cottages lost in the woods,
the primrose growing out of a cow skull . . ." In search of small gods
And my list would include parks, bicycles, runners, fishers and the sea in its many forms . . .