NJM #7 – Assiduous
Assiduous: Unceasing; persistent, constant
I’ve planted my feet in fertile soil
watching the seasons turn around me,
the dirt moving from muddy and slick where I
sink to my knees and wade out, welcoming the water
to dusty and dry, cracking before me.
I see spring approacing on the horizon before
winter has even begun.
I have no need to hunker down for the cold seasons,
to hide myself away from the world, hibernate.
I don’t need to horde my sustinance in case of
scarcity.
I am assured in my place here, that I belong here,
part of this world, this place – this life
not questioning my own becoming.
I am certain that I have stuck myself in a world that is
stable, lasting.
I am intent on staying.
“I thought you said that mud wasn’t very deep?” “Only comes up to here on my ducks.”
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“I thought you said that mud wasn’t very deep?” “Only comes up to here on my ducks.”
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ryn; Heh, part of an old, were talking early 1900’s series of jokes, dialouges between a traveling salesman and a farmer like; “You lived here your whole life?” “Not yet.” “Say, where does that road go?” “I been here fifty years, ain’t gone nowhere yet.” “Say, you’re not to far from a fool are you?” “Just this fence between us.”
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ryn; Heh, part of an old, were talking early 1900’s series of jokes, dialouges between a traveling salesman and a farmer like; “You lived here your whole life?” “Not yet.” “Say, where does that road go?” “I been here fifty years, ain’t gone nowhere yet.” “Say, you’re not to far from a fool are you?” “Just this fence between us.”
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