Effort

How to bear the weight
of what we've passed through,

of what is still to come
whose shape we don't 

yet know? We practice 
every day: washing 

the grime off socks
and underwear; trimming

the stalks, shearing the old
wood from the fence. The cost

of weather is the warping
of the frame. On good 

days, screens filter
little pills of light.