A Spiritual Matter

Rural beginnings — how they cling to one. I still have a good feel for the size of an acre, and imagine open fields planted in the crops we used to grow. And if I had a dollar for every time I’ve said, “That’s a good place for watermelons,” I’d be wealthy indeed — until I spent the money on books. Then I’d be really wealthy. A split and a crack like a limb or a shack weighted with ice in the winter — the knife goes in, and suddenly there appears a jagged fault line; the rest is clearly a spiritual matter.

[ 2018 ]