Photograph

that’s me, front center, walking through catclaw,
arms full of firewood. lately I spend hours
re-investigating area. it's
not just wood I’m after. it's solitude,
sweat and December light. treasure hunting
God’s dusty desert delights me as much
as thrift store shopping. here’s that pile of boards
I once shunned as “rotten”. and these loose clips
between corral wires—perfectly useful
for heat since I don’t have horses. no one
would dare build a house with weathered two-bys.
former garden poles are laudable as
kindling while fence posts are hefty logs. Send
this picture home. show mom I’m staying warm.