My tasks lie in their places.....

I go among trees and sit still.

All my stirring becomes quiet

around me like circles on water.

My tasks lie in their places
Where I left them,
asleep like cattle.


Then what I am afraid of comes
I live for a while in its sight.
What I fear in it leaves it,
and the fear of it leaves me.
It sings and I hear its song.

Wendell Berry: A Timbered Choir.