B
of the people I happen to know
only my sister
answers the phone
saying I can't talk now
I'm in the hayfield

I see her cell phone
and the ancient art
of making bales
one simple scene
disparate though harmonious
in this sturdy woman
who never loses touch with
traditional ways or the new
carries buckets of water or
winds thread into fine quilts
in a combination of traits
we sixty-somethings admire