Friday, July 22, 2011

Sitting On The Porch

Quiet summer days this year.

Kids are growing up.

Moving on.

Moving out.

It's just us often alone together these quiet summer days.

These days have been good days to notice what poet Wendell Berry saw as

They Sit Together on the Porch

They sit together on the porch, the dark
Almost fallen, the house behind them dark.
Their supper done with, they have washed and dried
The dishes - only two plates now, two glasses,
Two knives, two forks, two spoons - small work for two.
She sits with her hands folded in her lap,
At rest. He smokes his pipe. They do not speak,
And when they speak at last it is to say
What each one knows the other knows. They have
One mind between them, now, that finally
For all its knowing will not exactly know
Which one goes first through the dark doorway, bidding
Goodnight, and which one sits on a while alone.

(-Wendell Berry)


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1 comment:

  1. Just read "Love, Your Mother". Loved it! I will be rereading it as it is so spiritually provoking. I am Heather's aunt and godmother and was given the book by my sister, Mary. I met/visited with your mother only twice and always thought of her as a "class act" After reading the book, your mother, Sally, was a gem and her class is continuing forth for generations. Kathy Patrick