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.