Rural reflections

“This is the grass your feet are planted on.

You paint it orange or you sing it green,

But you have never found

A way to make the grass mean what you mean.
A cloud can be whatever you intend:

Ostrich or leaning tower or staring eye.

But you have never found

A cloud sufficient to express the sky.
Get out there with your splendid expertise;

Raymond who cuts the meadow does not less.

Inhuman nature says:

Inhuman patience is the true success.
Human impatience trips you as you run;

Stand still and you must lie.

It is the grass that cuts the mower down;

It is the cloud that swallows up the sky.”

– Adrienne Rich

+ baby in a watermelon

+ my future, no doubt

+ i still want to be a carpenter more than most anything. . . one of these days i might just build a cabin.

[Photos: My favorite skies this week//Grace Farson]

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