The Best of It
However carved up
or pared down we get,
we keep on making
the best of it as though
it doesn't matter that
our acre's down to
a square foot. As
though our garden
could be one bean
and we'd rejoice if
it flourishes, as
though one bean
could nourish us.
Kay Ryan
This grabbed my heart and made me smile.
ReplyDeleteMaking the best of it is the best we can do, Elizabeth and from what I see, you do this extraordinarily well. This is a beautiful picture and Kay Ryan's poem so uplifting. To me it's the human condition, to be nourished in some instances by only a bean.
ReplyDeleteOh, I so get that.
ReplyDeleteBeautiful.
ReplyDeleteI sent you a little package today...just so you know it's on its way. xoxoxo
Thanks for introducing me to Kay Ryan's work, and especially this poem. Sorry for the confusion on where in the world I am writing. Permanent (I swear) home now is http://www.switchedatbirth.us.
ReplyDeleteI found one pea today which the chickens did not get. I felt incredibly wealthy.
ReplyDeleteI know this feeling and this determination and this openness to how it is. But sometimes I forget. Thank you for the reminder.
ReplyDeleteWe need to talk one day.One day we will.
you filled me with just this...
ReplyDeleteThis is so lovely. And what a beautiful photo of your three!
ReplyDeleteyes yes yes. one bean...
ReplyDeleteoh, Elizabeth. Yes.
ReplyDeleteand thank you.
Ooh. Goosebumps.
ReplyDeleteThanks.
One bean. One mirage. It's enough.
ReplyDeleteThat just says it all
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