Crag the Crow

Yesterday. I saw a blackbird on the lowest branch of an older sapling. He was flirting between several branches. A handsome crow stood right below him, just moving his head and regarded the bird much smaller than he as it was moving around. Tonight. I walked down a street Five blocks away, though I’d never been on it before. A warm house had a clean porch and a rainbow drawn in childish finger paints on the window. Inside was a woman in ankle socks and a red sweatshirt changing a lightbulb, and there was no sound coming out of the house. The moment. I am now in my brown chair Mulling how sticky humid nights with a hint of dew, or relief, or odor are the right environment for the mind. The air is heavy, the atmosphere is active - yet still. It carries the live music from the clamoring restaurant, amplifies the waves of the river which is below the town with its nightlife. It is timeless, stuck in a moment and eternal yet al...

I’m a farmer, Working from a dairy farm to a hog farm. It must be heaven to walk in this mud. Many farmers have come to milk on this land. They bring tools to set down their own gardens in this place. Neighbors on the earth, brothers and sisters in spirit, Motherless children yearning for Peace.