Cottage

The smell of earth the smell of fresh milk the smell of spring water the smell of sheep’s wool the smell of cotton bolls in the quilt and pillow. The repetition of calm the indigo sky of dawn the plowing of the day the half-sleep of afternoon the oven bread of evening candlelight in the mud-brick cottage. The window near the ceiling with the thin crescent moon within reach of the hand. The earth is tame the moon is tame time is tame, time is tame: calm – with endless repetition – draws me forever draws my steps across the scorching sands until I reach the heart of the wheat of the wheat field: the calm cottage of your body my love!...