I do not know the names of the birds on Jawbone Reserve,
I do not know how salt bush changes light into food
or where their long thin roots reach,
I do not know which little midge swims in the water,
or what little madge hops on the grass.
But I do know this—
the clouds overhead are changing
from white to yellow to dusky pink;
the sky—like the palm of some great god’s hand—
is astonishing us with its magic;
and as the sun bows down
before the dark night
all this brimming world
is giving thanks—
and I with it.

Samantha Bews November 2023