Monday, October 1, 2012

EARTH ~








ORDINARY EARTH


Today I sat on the step stoop at the cabin I built in the woods twelve years ago. A lot has not happened and a lot has happened since then. The helper that worked with me moved away. The twin towers in New York City went down. We lived through a hurricane. A flood. The cabin didn't care, its back to the world. At the dutch door I built and the only door in and where I sit and look to the woods all the woods did was grow, much brush. Right to the door. You sat there and couldn't see much, only the brush. So you thought, often deeply, breathing and feeling the brush at your feet. Years of this. One day I got tired of the brush and no view and took my tools and chain saw for a few days and cleared all the brush. Not only at the cabin site but away from the cabin and up through an old sugar bush. Trees too. Made firewood. The more I cut, the more I cut some more, until I was to the top of the hill, looking back at the cabin through a glade of massive sugar maple trees. The sunlight coated the trees now, so did shadows. It was a splendid work effort. The brush all piled. I went back to sit on the step stoop. The cabin hadn't moved.

[ BA ]





photo © bob arnold




2 comments:

donnafleischer said...

Magnificence. And thank you for it, in the poem, in your presence. Love, Donna

Bob Arnold / Longhouse said...

Hi Donna,

Everyone with me, in thought, on the leaves, part of the sunlight, while working. It's what gives us the view!

all's well, Bob