I just want to live simply and love completely. To adhere to the common morality of our fathers and theirs in a world disconnected — enchanted by the mere hope of a good life borne of truthful labor.
To rise before the sun shows his face, running cold fingertips through the thick remnants of a fog that for all its might can only seem to come to know the early morning hours.
To venture resolved into the sweat of deep day, where the locust and drought make regular yoke, but the hint of sweet barley — that of evening’s bread and rest — allows me to endure.
I can only hope that perpetual connectivity — this technology — hasn’t made me its burden-bearer of a lifetime kind.