america 2.0.17: walk with wendell*

for many years, my past walks

old fencerows in wooded hollows

what was once grandfather’s 

place, space, grace at pace

.

hanging on a fence post

an old galvanized bucket 

i always stop and look

for the miracles of earth

blooming & decaying nature

composting in that bucket

several inches now

black humus

.

the stuff that

produces berry

pies for everyone

who stops by

.

make america 

that great

please

somebody 

?

*passages, words, thoughts adapted from wendell berry’s book
 “what are people for”, in the chapter, “the work of local culture”.