A little late for a Monday meditation but this is one of my favourite poems by American poet William Stafford.
Universe Is One Place
Crisis they call it? – when
when the gentle wheat leans at the combine and
and the farm girl brings cool jugs wrapped in burlap
slapping at her legs?
We think -drinking cold water
water looking at the sky-
Sky is home, universe is one place.
Crisis? City folk make
Make such a stir.
Farm girl away through the wheat.