Home’s Little Acre
our acre of home
is open to the sky enough
for sun to slip down
trees block and hoard the sun
till mid-morning and then from late afternoon on,
the night sky, at best, a fourth of what could be seen up there,
mid morning |
mid morning, garden, note humidity on cool lens |
mid morning, house |
mid day, garden |
mid day, solar panels |
mid day, solar panels |
late afternoon, garden, note humidity on cool lens |
late afternoon, garden, Native American pumpkins |
my psyche is like my acre,
enough reveals to power insight and rightness
with a lot blocked by protective denial,
I wonder about how much religion
came to those in deserts and on mountain tops
where the glory of the sky can overwhelm
the solidity of the earth,
and elder us with the frailty of our moments.
by Henry H. Walker
July 22, ‘16
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