but I’m good
I’m not moving;
my feet are hurting…
and I am tired.”
Was this the dialogue
her bold statement
between a wife and husband -
the birth of farming
many thousand years ago?
Was it just because someone
liked the view before them
the place seemed good to
them
they were tired
and their feet hurt too?
Dropping the seeds
in the bags they carried
into verdant soil
the Fertile Crescent
ablaze with grains of life.
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edited October 4, 2018
I’m not moving – v2
I’m not moving
imagining the conversation
that led to the birth of farming
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