SOMETIMES THE DAY IS JUST RIGHT WITH ONE POEM, ONE HAND WAVE, ONE SMILE.

HERE'S ONE POEM ~













WENDELL BERRY




from SABBATHS (2008)



I.



After the bitter nights
and the gray, cold days
comes a bright afternoon.
I go into the creek valley
and there are the horses, the black
and the white, lying in the warm
shine on a bed of dry hay.
They lie side by side,
identically posed as a painter
might imagine them:
heads up, ears and eyes
alert. They are beautiful in the light
and in the warmth happy. Such
harmonies are rare. This is
not the way the world
is. It is a possibility
nonetheless deeply seeded
within the world. It is
the way the world is sometimes.





My sense of Wendell Berry — farmer, author, family man, teacher and poet, is this is almost the culmination of the farmer and the poet come to rest in one late in life poem. It seems it just had to take a farmer and a poet to see this image magnifico: lying in the warm
shine on a bed of dry hay. The sight, the texture and the sure-step sound of it all.