I received a call early in the week that an outdoor light that I had installed in a remote reach of our land had been stolen. No, I am not a rancher, although I have neighbours who are, and can afford chartered planes to hop from point A to point B. I endure potholes and rough roads.
My modest dream is to not keep animals, wild or domesticated, but to spend the rest of my life facing Mt Kenya, as did our ancestors, or writing, to invoke Ben Shahn's lithographs based on Rainer Maria Rilka's poetry, "for the sake of a single verse."