plowing the field

we need

our hands on something.

whether with

a hammer

or nail,

a pen

a brush,

an iron or broom,

we need to work.

we need a plow a field,

to throw a net to catch

things in,

a voice

to sing.

we need the dust on

our shoulders,

the fatigue of the day

when it ends.

we need to make

something

of ourselves,

to be needed and counted

for.

love comes

into play too.