Stay Home
by Wendell Berry
I will wait here in the fields to see how well the rain brings on the grass.
In the labor of the fields longer than a man's life
I am home. Don't come with me.
You stay home too.
I will be standing in the woods where the old trees move only with the wind and then with gravity.
In the stillness of the trees
I am at home. Don't come with me.
You stay home too.
