wendell for wednesday

I was never much of a homebody until we moved to Funky Farms, and now I rarely want to leave. Many environmentalists argue that staying home is one of the most under-appreciated ways to care for the environment: if you’re at home, you’re not driving anywhere, buying anything you don’t need, consuming much besides what’s already at home anyway. Wendell’s poem below could be a mantra of sorts for those of us who embrace staying home…

Stay Home

I will wait here in the fields

to see how well the rain

brings on the grass.

In the labor of the fields

longer than a man’s life

I am at home. Don’t come with me.

You stay home too.

I will be standing in the woods

where the old trees

move only with the wind

and then with gravity.

In the stillness of the trees

I am at home. Don’t come with me.

You stay home too.