winded
it’s not just stacking the wood
you have to cover it–I know that
it doesn’t sound hard, does it
I walked down to Page’s and
bought a tarp, blue and brown
and a pack of bungee cords
the first time I centered
the tarp and folded in the edges
like I was gift-wrapping
and the winds came
twice more I have wrapped
the wood and tied it some new
configuration only to be undone
after a whirlwind of a day
I put the tarp back and thought
I’ve stacked a metaphor
Peace,
Milton
Milton, even stacking wood becomes a poetic journey when you are in charge. Bless you for taking time to share your Advent experiences.
sissy-fuss!