Yvette gave these words....."the power of the soft"
not loud or rough or demanding, clamoring
the power of the soft. that has propelled Life, like the power of the mycelium that gives rise to its fruit of mushrooms with their zillions of spores. The moss, Dawn, the curl of the buck's lip as he appreciates the smell of the doe, Talkie's going to bed song, Emrie's slo motion cartwheel
and these scraps that have maintained this same tangle over years
