When we would arrive,
the pickles were in the bathtub,
and the hornets were already
flying up the chimney
That black bat
had attached itself securely
to the back of that couch .
How it got in there ,
we have no idea
But it most assuredly
Had been contentedly
feasting on pickles and hornets
for weeks…
This home
is not home,
or like any other
home…
But it IS home to us …
nevertheless…
It was built by
the giant hands of my father
and my father’s father
on my mother’s father’s land …
After working hard all week ,
you would come up here,
and work hard , too ,
and yet
I think it hardly bothered you,
it hardly felt like work at all,
to you …
You carried carefully
the stones from the fields,
to place them elsewhere
in the fields
to stack them together,
one stone on top of the other,
creating these swollen round walls
that were never meant to
to keep anything out
and would never want
to keep anything in ….
