Monday, June 28, 2010

Ploughed

The house is infested with rats, David and I have Bali bung eye and are barely able to see. On the other side of the ocean my nearest and dearest struggle with the third friend to suicide this year and deep chasms of emotion stream through my bloodshot eyes. Such a tragic loss.
In the rice fields that surround me the earth has been ploughed and raked, the remnants of last seasons crop returned to the earth as fodder for the new. This morning the tiered waters that surrounded us have been planted by bands of bent backs, straw hats and limbs muddied to elbow and knee.
New shoots, like hope, greening still waters. The light of love will see us through.

1 comment:

  1. 'like hope greening still water' ..... mmmm, beautiful. xx

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