Remember that meadow up above the ridge
where the dog ran around in circles
and we were tired from the climb up
and everything was tilted sideways
including the running in circles
of the ecstatic dog his bright tongue
lapping at the air and we were
leaning into the heart of the field
where no battle ever took place
where no farmer ever bothered
to turn the soil yet everything
seemed to have happened there everything
seemed to be happening at once enough
so we’ve never forgotten how full the field
was and how we were there too and full
~Tim Nolan “The Field” from The Field.

The hill on our farm is
for running,
for sunning,
for lolling,
for rolling,
for lapping,
for napping,
for pondering,
for wandering.

Walking the field
with two dogs so willing,
life is full,
and always fulfilling.