The “weeds” bit is in the first section, but the whole thing is worth reading–all about the move from chaos to order. Water’s big, too, going from mud and bog, to holding life, to supporting a boat with a rower, to the final image of water in a vase “still holding and feeding the stem of the contained flower.” Fabulous. I think of this a lot in spring; the last part in summer, too, going outside in the mornings with “To have the whole air!” in my head.

The Shape of the Fire