things you don’t say on Ignatius Farm:
“ugly”, “impossible”, “too late”;
the very fields will contradict you
gently
begging to differ as they always beg
with one hand out for attention*
offering you your own guarded heart
if only you slow right down to listen
try it if you like
to be disputed
whisper any little word of joyless resignation
then brace yourself
for the overhead-strong thunder
that will echo booming flashing back:
“beauty”, “beauty”, “life & beauty”
*(a hand that from certain angles might resemble a last-autumn’s empty milkweed pod)