This love affair with moving steel, how long will it last? How will it end?

Your steel machine, Is it green, yellow, blue or red? New or used? Chevy or Ford? Domestic or foreign?

Where did you get it? How much did you pay? What does it haul?

How many miles will it go? How many hours will it work?

Do you store it under cover to keep it in tip-top shape?

And the marriage of Heaven and Earth

How is it faring

While steel consumes our attention?

How many babies will be born come spring?

What new life will emerge ?

Does anyone notice the separation?

The pending divorce?

That the land herself is starving?

She craves the touch of hands,

the dance of feet,

the sound of laughter and song,

The soul's attention,

people working in harmony and peace.

What woman would not

weep, wail and wither

without attention to interior space?

Why do we imagine that land will respond differently?

 Who will come? When? How?