Crying in front of Plowing in the Nivernais —
I understand how it feels to be overworked and
to feel overwhelmed by the heat,
to slip through the manure,
to feel an ache in the ribs,
to marvel at the fact that
after the sowing comes the reaping.
But the harvest is many days away,
many rows away,
beyond layers of time and mud.
— originally posted on AO3, 2022 —
