“Bit by bit”
You can make an old house
“bring in simple vases for flowers,
a blue teapot,” photos on the wall
fence your garden with fragrant shrubs,
corner it with trees, plant perennials.
At the end of day
“with leaves between your toes,
mud and manure ground into your skin”
the mountain will shift its shadow,
share sunset with you
you will see
not an ugly thing around.
Each morning new rituals
begin like spirituality.
You will not succumb to the idea
you have learned enough.
Flies and mosquitoes return.
You can be happy.
note: quotations are from the book Running to the Mountain by Jon Katz, which I’m reading.