Self Reliance

Two large deer in the snowy yard this morning. Two big worries on my shoulders. Two birds calling. Two hearts in my chest—one for the living, the other…And two by two the animals. Two names for a man or woman. Two ownerships of the soul. Two containments of virtue. Two windows streaked with rain. I remember when I was very small I had two toys, a cloth monkey and a wooden top. That top whistled and I made the monkey dance. I had two joys. Always the foolish wish for self-reliance.

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