with intention

a good day spent with strong men on the small farm just over the railroad tracks from here. not a hawk in sight and the chickens were quiet.
a stiff fall breeze filled my lungs while we spread compost and shared good memories of last years garlic harvest.
a rain is coming in
so we work fast

another good day spent with a longtime friend. working side by side we share all there is to know of our hearts. I wear thick pants and flannel sleves. He wears torn britches and a threadbare shirt worn by days of honest labor. for a moment, for a thin moment, the communication is clearer than ever. so much so that we almost laugh and cry at the same time. voices joyful as each is understood.