you haul discoloured garden water in big pots, saving every drop, and you gather half empty crates of eggs careful not to crack a single one all spoken for, needed -
when your livelihood depends on the length of the day, able back, rain drop - when you fall short disappoint,
why is it so easy to take for granted,
a farmer told me once to hold everything lightly, I think he was saying things will come and go, seasons, unknowns,
everything grows -
am I beholden to my generation defining my worth in what's done or earned, how my peers see me - or am I free
to care most about how we do a thing, the discipline and faithfulness to look back and remember not what I did, but who I was, learnt, loved, worked, rested.