I grew up in real barn country –
horse barns, cow barns,
hay barns, grain silos,
and, of course barn raising
when everyone came together
to build their neighbor a barn –
even a neighbor they didn’t know yet.
There would be so much food,
(I’d take a turn cranking away at
homemade ice cream)
and dancing on the new barn floor.
So I noticed first thing
what was wrong with this story –
the land owner is building alone,
and it seems like all the
eating and drinking
is pretty lonely, too.
It is not big barns that are the problem.
In fact, when I look around
it seems like this earth
is the biggest barn there is.
And we might begin
to think about it that way.
Listen — I think I hear what is global
for fiddle music now,
and we will eat and drink together
and make very merry.
Our life is always demanded,
and there are treasures.