Poetry Friday is hosted by A Year of Reading
Still Water by Patricia Fargnoli
Here at the farm, there is an abundance of “cathedral quiet”. The skirmishes of the world seem very far away, absorbed as I am with ministering to the four legged occupants of the farmhouse and barn. I am no longer on Twitter or Facebook, and I am ashamed to say this since I have always believed that staying current with the events of the world is a civic duty, but I no longer listen to or watch the news.
I hear the “palaver of leaves” and watch for the corn in the valley to grow. I sit with sheep and try to learn their sheepy ways. I chase around an irrepressible puppy and aim to master the commands that will make her the dog she is meant to be.
Disengaging from the world does not mean one can ever leave behind “old bodies of grief” (they have an insistent palaver of their own, after all). But even those are more bearable here in this space of beauty and peace.