I walk the woods with daddy, holding baskets of fallen figs; gathered from the ground.

More lines from a thank you note... Thanks also for a Mississippi house, for each swing and slide and tree tied rope we raced to on arrival. Mostly thanks to her for each embrace, for teaching us to sing. For training us to become less afraid and how to make a karo pecan pie. Thanks for every story of cattle drives, of how daddy became the mule's master. Thanks for each cousin who came near to play. Thanks for a twisting road back to Memphis. Many thanks.

Thanks also for children sounds singing in laughter somewhere unseen. for an injured neighbor able to listen

More lines from a thank you note... Thanks also for last night's bright rounded moon for circumstance to cease all and see such incredible indescribable beauty for a time to have almost no thought of me for deep breath and stillness thanks for three pieces of pecan pie found in the fridge left behind from last night for two small girls in California and for when we sometimes talk for Sir Paul and Billy Joel Many thanks

More lines from a thank you note... Thanks also... for dirt paths that disappear from the road thanks for uncut forest land and for every mite and stallion abiding there for steepness in hills and fields beyond where trees can grow for flat rock to lay upon beneath sun and moon and circles of stars inside the black night configured outside all imagination unchanged ever by issues of man thanks for the touch of bare feet against dirt a hand to shield sunshine from my eye for the feel of sun against my cheek thanks for a place to be even if in dream untouched by pavement and electronic signal thanks for geese in southern flight for sight to see them for breath Many thanks