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 Gates, Bezos,

Zuckerberg, and Oprah combined

because you can’t find anything more valuable

than a yard full of animals,

than growing your own food,

than cooking over the fire

and harnessing the sun for electricity,

than reading a good book

and drinking fresh brewed tea that you grew…

and who knew that with next to no money

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.

 

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About soitgoes1984

I live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean in the Hawaiian Kingdom which is currently illegally occupied by the American government. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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