we push the plow through the open
field.
we seed, we plant
we sow.
we wait for rain, for the heavens
to open up.
it's
all we can do, then wait
for grain.
whether time is on
our side,
who's to know.
no need worry, or fret
or turn
and toss through a sleepless
night.
once all is done that can
be done.
just breathe, just rest.
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