Walking through to calm and darkness,
Feeling the sweat as it begins to flee,
Carrying the day’s burdens away,
And feeling the respite of the end.
The feed put out, the horses chewing,
Pigs in the sty grunting at each other,
Chickens, bending their tiny necks
Picking up their corn and feeling safe.
Lids spun around, sealing the food,
Holding out spiders and meal bugs,
Ropes wrapped and hung on posts,
Feeling the dust through his fingers.
He walked through the door before Dusk that night, most days it was dark.
Today he was whole, and a tiny,
Piece of sunshine locked on him.
That door, held open, that feeling
Of being alive, that feeling of security
That opens and lets him in, that he can Pull closed, and shut out the world.
Ralph Peck
Photography by Belva Shelton
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