It is a day of the earth’s renewing without any man’s doing or
help.
Though I have fields I do not go out to work in them.
Though I have crops standing in rows I do not go out
to look at them or gather what has ripened or hoe the weeds
from the balks.
Though I have animals I stay dry in the house while they graze
in the wet.
Though I have buildings they stand closed under their roofs.
Though I have fences they go without me.
My life stands in place, covered, like a hayrick or a mushroom.