Untitled - Amy Elizabeth Robinson

[Larry Robinson]

I keep thinking
of the madrone leaves 
that crackle with a hush
when they are hit with first sunlight 
on the hillside at the place
I call
Celebration Bend
and the way that our
community 
center 
called the Hub
looks so different
when the first damp
and overcast
autumn evening 
appears--
like a nest 
among the 
calm and gathering
hills
but I don't walk much 
towards Celebration Bend
these days
and we don't gather
at the Hub 
because
you know
pandemic
and other things
I want things
back
even my 
most intimate
observations
and memories
Instead
I keep thinking

	- Amy Elizabeth Robinson

This poem was written shortly before Amy’s home and 12 of the 13 homes in her intentional community Monan’s Rill were lost to the Glass Fire. This community, founded in the 1970s, has been the hub of so much of Sonoma County’s peace, justice, watershed ecology, and forest stewardship work over many years. If any of you feel called to help these wonderful people out in this time please go to https://www.gofundme.com/f/SupportMonansRill <https://www.gofundme.com/f/SupportMonansRill>.

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