If only we could be individuals
living in the country,
meeting at town to trade goods
and learn news of the town
we visit once a week.
Sure this news is interesting
not really life affecting.
I’d rather know who was born,
whether we’d have enough cows, sheep,
pigs and chickens to feed the families,
did we dig a new well to drink and cook.
Things of real importance.
Life, death, food, water
I feel the need to grow my garden.
Waiting for the weather to cooperate,
my seeds sit in alphabetical order
the planting spreadsheet is in my head
waiting for the warming of earth in spring.