installation in private garden,naturally pigmented earth,ceramic


If one is a farmer of life
Times of drought tiptoe in.
Rough, old earth workers
Expect such chilly emptiness.
They wait.
Patiently by the fire
With a scrappy mutt
And darned socks
They wait.
Inside illness
As I am
Time is stained by fear;
Will I slide smoothly
Into a new season
Of fecundity?
Will summer sweat be mine again?
Or will I wither
From lack?
The oddest questions
Seek me out.
With expectation
Is suffering.
I should know by now
That emptiness
Is only
And possibility
We humans
Dress up
Today, Riley
(my shaman barista)
Decorated my latte
With an artfully drawn frond
Of some sort.
That tiny action
Rose up to grab me
By the heart.
Can we make anything beautiful?
That little flower he drew
Affected me as such
Because it came
Into my anxiety-tinged emptiness
I feared
Might never end.
If the emptiness disappeared
There’d be nowhere
For the Love
To land.


6 Responses to “Farmer”

  1. Karen on January 24th, 2018

    So beautiful . . .

  2. Ellen Fox on January 24th, 2018

    This is so great, so much depth and very real. I get it. I trust that summer sweat will be your again.

  3. Dominique Mazeaud on January 25th, 2018

    Hello Cathy, my friend who I have never met… I am so deeply moved.

    When I see LIVING UNDONE announced in my mailbox, I know I am in for a treat of the deep kind.

    How shall I say this, may gazillion healing sparkles bless you.


  4. Becky Patterson on January 25th, 2018

    I hear you on this beautiful analysis. The garden, intriguing and beautiful. Yes. We are all fear and wondering about the future. My mama says we can’t do that. We only have today. You ( we) are living right if you embrace the art cream in your coffee as an inspiration and gift for the moment for the day. It’s living with pleasure. It’s taking care of yourself. I’m gonna go out and look for an inspiration like that today. My deepest love to you. A creative soulful being???????????????

  5. Dennis Chamberlain on January 25th, 2018

    Insightful…. with artful wisdom as always. To find joy in the tiny surprises of life is a lesson for all of us. So well stated – another gem for those of us who are fortunate followers of you and your writings.

  6. Jenny on January 25th, 2018

    If the emptiness disappeared, there be nowhere for the Love to Land.
    Oh yes , it is the gift of being emptied out. Xx to you and Em

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