We thought a simple life,
 a small cabin after months in
 a canvas tent, heating with  
 cedar wood during the burst
 of winter cold
would somehow change the world
to create peace.  

We thought a down to earth   
 spill of sweet well water    
 located behind the wisteria     
 and dry stacked stone fence
would keep us drenched in grace
and pull the arc of justice
to wash away sins.

We thought planting and harvesting
 our own food and  
 cultivating herbs, free roam
 chickens and caring    
 for the land
would sustain us indefinitely
and nourish our childrens spirits.  

We thought each day, a    
 healing carousel of change and
 community
 propelled by perpetual beliefs in    
 motion aligned with the earth’s spin
would save us from the dark
recesses of injustice.