there was no barn.
No child in the barn.
No uncle no table no kitchen.
Only a long lovely field full of bobolinks. (11.1-5)
When loneliness comes stalking, go into the fields, consider
the orderliness of the world. (12.1-2)
Stare hard at the hummingbird, in the summer rain,
shaking the water-sparks from its wings. (12.6-7)