Kirk Wilson

On Selling My Grandfather’s Farm

Dear folks although the sun remains
conventional and green jays
perpetrate the moment
the land is newly interested
to soak in more extinctions

So many have withdrawn their lives 
and thus inclined not so much
from here and now but once
removed or more become
the principle of one sustained event
where things remind but empty
spaces show a curious endeavor

and mine becomes the only shadow
in that underbrush where burrows
no matter how abandoned
if you keep looking change

We must all adjust and all
I promise is I’ll go on doing 
routine tasks and if I come upon 
the fundamental word I’ll write