Contemplating Friendship at Owsley Fork Sanctuary 
                                                   after Meng Hao-Jan

The road I live on is full of single-wides,
buzzards and dogs running free.

Today a bald eagle circled in the warm
thermal currents high above my forest cabin,

sun rippling through its white tail feathers.
As we argue about politics, a crotchety

neighbor brings soup when I’m coughing,
chopped hickory when my axe handle breaks.