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.