On my land, overlooking a large pond, is a shed which inspired the following poem and this blog. Writing the poem made me realize I needed a holding place for the work in process which is me. I invite you to join me in visiting this holding place and to bring with you the work in process that is you.

The Shed

Before even a road was laid

the shed was there

nestled amidst

tall pines, scrub trees;

a holding place for lawn tractor,

shovels, hoes, rakes,

and a woman,

who, mowing done,

rested and watched two great blue

herons soar and

nest, their place found,

hers yet to be.

                                               -JDG