For wheat-wind murmurations, evening prayer,
clover-addled cricket-song, furrows
and somewhere the sound of water, seeping;
For killdeer eyes black-wet beads,
bugs, tractor-turned shrew-burrow,
chaffed necks and raw elbows chill,
and all aloof, one stubble-skimming bat;
For the cloistered life abounding, the habit,
of hearing. Stalk-snap, step, tread,
for the wide sound of settling sky.
For all unpaid owings—wonder, love.
For Gerard Manley Hopkins