Thursday, July 17, 2008

sunbrowned and hatted

even when everyone comes here
it’s still you alone in the wilderness
carrying your weight in sun and wind burn
up against gravity, down over rock and root
you against thirst, hunger, weariness
the interminable daily needs and toiletries

1 comment:

farmlady said...

This reminds me of my grandmother. She lived alone in the hills and became very reclusive. When someone came to visit, as she got older, she found it harder and harder to be sociable. I guess I see myself too.