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Recently I watched a documentary about the discovery of some ancient Mayan cities. They could only be seen from the air, and the searchers then had to hack their way through dense jungle to find them.
That reminded me of a Rilke poem:
"Dear darkening ground,
you've endured so patiently the walls we've built,
perhaps you'll give the cities one more hour . . .
before you become forest again, and water, and widening
in that inconceivable terror
when you take back your name
from all things."
This poem seems particularly appropriate here too as we enter the height of the hurricane season!