Landscape, Sullivan County Farm
We are voyeurs in this winter pasture.
A Holstein studies the mowed slope.
She questions the bare-stripped trees
for the meaning of their loss.
Who here can say that god is in all things?
That god is the conversation between all things?
For example, the hush and crackle
of wind against dry leaves,
or the hiss and spit of damp logs
kindling fire in the night air.
Who here can say god isn’t?
Ben Weakley lives in Tennessee with his wife and children. He writes poetry and enjoys hiking in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains.
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