when your tank runs dry

octobergarden7

octobergarden7

when your tank runs dry and your hens stop laying,

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

mamabear

mamabear

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.