All day long a little burro labors, sometimes
with heavy loads on her back and sometimes just with worries
about things that bother only
burros.
And worries, as we know, can be more exhausting
than physical labor.
This poem by Galway Kinnell is an invitation to remember.
In his book, Ten Poems to Open Your Heart, Roger Housden writes about “Saint Francis and the Sow”:
“This is one of those poems that acts on me cell by cell…
Reading the poem led me right back to the small patch of grass where, squatting in complete absorption and wonder, I watched a bee courting a globe of clover. Right then, nothing else existed for the bee—or for me.
