Long for this world

There grows a weed in Africa that thrives on barren land and the barest of rainwater.  The local people use it as a living fence, and occasionally they use the oilseeds for soap-making.  Oilseeds…biofuel.  Biofuel with none of the bads (irrigation, industrial agriculture, food displacement) of corn.

There is something of gift in weeds that have use.  Like harnessing the wind, or fruit falling from trees, it makes the world feel hospitable to humanity.

Some days I find myself
putting my foot in
the same stream twice;
leading a horse to water
and making him drink.
I have a clue.
I can see the forest
for the trees.

All around me people
are making silk purses
out of sows’ ears,
getting blood from turnips,
building Rome in a day.
There’s a business
like show business.
There’s something new
under the sun.

Some days misery
no longer loves company;
it puts itself out of its.
There’s rest for the weary.
There’s turning back.
There are guarantees.
I can be serious.
I can mean that.
You can quite
put your finger on it.

Some days I know
I am long for this world.
I can go home again.
And when I go
I can
take it with me.

– Ronald Wallace, from Long for this World


2 responses to “Long for this world

  1. cool
    I, too, love the poem! I get so annoyed at the biofuel push towards corn-based ethanol, which has so many overlooked ramifications and costs. I always think ‘there has to be something better out there!’… and of course, there is, though no one really publicizes what the other options are.

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