Vassalboro,
how many times I’ve driven an hour to worship,
even my own home Meeting
sunflowers outside the window
a gray morning
ten of us, now eleven
so many of the surnames from Dover
arrived here and abouts
edgewalkers
part of a message
the Zoom view of the Meeting room
shows only me
surrounded by white walls
“green walling,” a term I just learned
no, a green washing
by conniving corporations
a carpenter tells me of working on the renovations
of the schooner American Eagle
all new to me
but not for long
Jnana's Red Barn 