Small Things Today
at my Hesperus Camp
Had a tortilla with some honey
at midafternoon. It was good.
Wished I had some chili.
Smell of apples, wet fields;
in back of the blue tent
is a box of last season's
Animas Valley apples; soon,
it will be another Fall.
Wind blows, shakes the tarp,
water falls to the ground.
The sound of water splashing.
Several hours ago, watched
a woodpecker watching me.
We both moved our heads
with funny jerks.
Rex and his sad, dog eyes.
Somebody looking around in a field,
looking for lost things.
Notice bean sprouts growing.
They're very pale and nude.
Rex doesn't like chicken livers,
but gizzards are okay.
-- Simon J. Ortiz --
from Woven Stone
Small things, little things, all sorts of unconnected things, but now linked together. I wonder how many of these small things he would have noticed if someone else had been there with him. Sometimes others are a distraction.
I LOVE this! AND the commentary! (But maybe he would have noticed more and said less?)
ReplyDeleteCrystal,
ReplyDeletePossibly. But in my experience, being with others is a distraction, which may be more a personal idiosyncrasy than something common to many people.
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