Thursday, January 26, 2012

The Watchers

The horses graze the winter slope

and then go to the high ground

and stand, watching the traffic

along the road, the slow river,

the trees leaning and straightening

in the wind. The day's time

is their time. They do not move

toward it or away. Their minds

are at home in this world,

diminished by no question.


Wendell Berry
Photo:  Peter Bowers