Ah but for ten years or so
hand made soap and legging wraps
slats across the ginseng patch
roots and greens of many sorts
pesky chickens underfoot
tend to leaks in bamboo plumbing
barely get enough cordwood in

Ah but for those ten years too many
I wanna read Tolstoy by lantern light
and then sing Peter Gabriel's Games w/o Frontiers
from memory right beside her
there on the porch swing
or astride the boulder out back aways
in the flesh while we are flesh
that transitions be far less alarming