Thursday, June 15, 2017

Poem for Thursday and Homestead Goats

Little Goat
By Katie Ford

God is not light upon light, no more
than goat is need upon need
although there, where it grazes, it is sun upon coat
within which ticks and stray-blown feed burrow
into the pocked skin of such foul scent
covering the underflesh heart that could eat
this farmer's grain or the barren mountain's bark
high in the solitude of sheer animal peace
laid over sheer animal terror.

We ask the animal afflicted by its time,
its impoverished American meadow
that drove it to find birch from which to strip its easy feed
to abide with us.
It does not need us. We think it needs us.
We must forgive God God's story.


Paul took one car to work and Adam took the other to College Park, so I spent the whole day in and near the house doing chores, which was fine because there was a lot that got blown off over the weekend while I had company. The cats are out of sorts with me suddenly being the only person in the house so much of the day, so they were extremely helpful. I had the news on at first to see what was going on with the London fire, but once it was consumed by the Congressional baseball practice shooter story, I couldn't take any more.

Instead I took a walk, did my PT exercises, chatted with neighbors (we have new ones next door), things like that. Adam stayed at UMCP until late in the evening hanging out with his friends, so we had leftover pizza for dinner and watched some Bones -- we are finally up to the one episode I'd seen before we started watching from the beginning, the 200th episode Hitchcock homage which is much more fun knowing the characters. Here are some of the Homestead Farm goats whom we saw this weekend after picking blueberries:









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