I put my cynicism aside for one day

A silly workshop on God and community
talking sticks, “I statements” and circles.

And harvest.

The speaker is exposed when she speaks the word,
a nunly woman in a peasant skirt and crystals
with the sweetest voice I ever heard,
eyes like grandma’s, blue and wise.

Harvest, harvest, harvest.

Webster- “to gather in a crop,”
The beautiful nun- “to listen, understand,
collect each other’s words, repeat with a goal of oneness.”

I once wrote to a woman, “We are each other’s harvest.”

Me- “what is needed for survival.”