windrose farms//part 3: motherhood everywhere.

i found something at the farm

i didn't know i was looking for

i discovered a hunger

i broke open a need

while waiting for the hen

to lay one warm brown egg

maybe it was the reflection of

motherhood everywhere

inside every dog & cat bowl

inside every crevice of the kitchen

inside the beauty, the intricacy,

the efficiency of a system,

not having a choice to keep

this beauty going

to raise everything

inside peacock kale to heirlooms

all the sheep and their one uma

inside bill's wonderful stories

& barbara's sweetest of blue eyes

they let me feed them

who new i could be so thirsty for the magical water from the hose,

the handmade bread, that lyrical nectarine jelly from jackie up the street

i am still hungry

maybe it was the bats in the 100 year old oak tree

or beauty's naked body running around in poetry

telling us that she is home

maybe it was the warm kitchen, old oven,

iron clad pans, wooden spoons, ceramic bowls, 

the stacks of plates, the random mugs from their travels

the knives of the many chefs who have been there

maybe it was about feeling a part of something

maybe just maybe

it was love at first sight