January 25, 2013 by allsho
Nobody in my family can remember how long we have been living between the banks of the great river, taking care of these wet lands.
Beetroots, cereals, vegetables, the poplar woods: these are the things we hold on to.
And the banks, behind our backs, of no protection to us, maintained by us. And the river bed, always in need of grooming, cleaning, flattening, draining.
I am the river’s guardian.
The skill I need is controlling the elements. And I am learning fast.
I can deal with the air, the weather, rain and fog, sun and frost: any farmer can. I can deal with the fire: dig a hole in our ground and there’s a well to put out any flame.
It’s water I need to understand, talk to, convince, refrain. When the river comes, and we run to the high place, with animals and sandbags.
And it’s the earth I need to feel, touch, stop. When it starts to shake, and the animals scream, and we don’t have any place to run to, nor any sandbag helping.
I am learning fast. I pray it’s fast enough.