Sunday, June 22, 2014

A Summer Meditation

Because I am unsure of myself I sow milkweed seeds. Because I am lost in a chorus of worry and hope and faith and loss I dig bare-knuckled in the soil. Because the world will not stand up and scream loud enough as the landscapes we grew up with vanish, I do the only things I know to bridge the gap -- the garden, these words, the patient late evening watching of a few last fireflies lighting the coming darkness.

5 comments:

Anonymous said...

Oh I do like that very much.

Lita Sollisch said...

That makes me very sad!

Lisa Wilcox Deyo said...

Your poetic words hit the mark for me, too.

Benjamin Vogt said...

Thanks guys!

Anonymous said...

Beautiful, thank you. Both the words and the images.