the country hardens

In the stiffened air the country hardens

into black and white, trees and snow.

Nothing moves but us warm-blooded ones…

Wendell Berry, in “A Small Porch

Why do these opening lines not let me go as I ponder this world frozen by a virus, held in the suffocating grasp of slavery in ever changing constructs of racism?

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s