What’s Your Place?
16 October 2025
pulled and pushed my bones and muscles resist
but they must out of the warmth from under a down duvet rise
dawn peeks through the trees
frost covers the grass
the air holds it’s breath waiting
the lake waters exhale fog rising
on the shore a goose honks once, then twice
across the waters the oil processing plant roars dullness
and trucks pound the pavement, as another of their work day begins
smoke rises from the chimney
a four fist size rock sits beside the path, pulled out from where it tipped innumerable loads of wood coming in
My day begins, a pot of water on the wood stove, waiting for heat, an hour until it boils for morning coffee and the day’s thermos of tea.
My ‘place’ awaits another 8 hours of hard labour preparing wood for the winter, repairing and improving systems that keep the cold, the storms, the animals and bugs at bay
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and me alive.
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What’s your place in life?