David Chadwick

A poem for April 2014

 

Off the Grid

Our friend is living off the grid

It's hard work being self sufficient

Each day is planned and thought through

Each action is deliberate, nothing is wasted

Each minute is precious and measured out

One day, we were talking of the future

She said: "I have to make some decisions

About what I want to do with the rest of my life.

After all, I may only have twenty potato crops left at best.

Maybe less, maybe ten, or five even."

Off the grid, you measure time

By the turn of the seasons.