My One Wish

All day long I am in-and-out of the barn, grabbing a pick-ax or a shovel or a rake or a cup of coffee and a moment for few pages in a book

or my notebook and a pen, or replacement parts for the irrigation that one of the dogs destroyed, or a papaya or a banana or a piece of chocolate

or treats for the dogs who didn’t destroy the irrigation, and one for the dog who did because, who am I kidding…

I could never be mad at those 75 pound balls of energy and fur and love and joy and to them it looks like a toy and they’re napping in the barn now

listening to classical music on the radio and they love it and the cats love it too and it calms them but there’s work to do

so I have to get back outside there is a garden to till and seeds to sow and hours to fill with elbow grease and then it’s time to round up the sheep

and goats and horse and ducks and chickens and pigeons and dogs and cats… and I’m exhausted and I’m hungry and I’m covered red dirt and sweat

but this is as good as it gets and I’m far wealthier than Bill Gates, Jeff Bezos, Mark Zuckerberg, Larry Ellison, and Oprah combined

because you can’t find anything more valuable than these animals, than growing your own food,

than cooking over the fire and harnessing the sun for electricity and hot water, than reading a good book and drinking fresh brewed tea that you grew…

and who knew that when, on paper you’re living in poverty you wouldn’t trade places with anybody in the world and that you’ve never felt so free

and not a million dollars or any amount of zeroes after that could buy one of these chickens, ducks, horse, goats, sheep, dogs, pigeons, or cats

or one minute, much less an hour of my time, and I might not have a nickel to spare or a dime but tonight I’m eating food that my wife and I grew

and I promise that every single word of this poem is true and that my one wish is that all the world can find this freedom too.

 

About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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