the year’s first gardening day
I could barely stand the joy
and rushed right out to play.
Dirt and weeds and grass stain
fingernails all grody
I troweled a happy beat
to chorus nematody.
the year’s first gardening day
I could barely stand the joy
and rushed right out to play.
Dirt and weeds and grass stain
fingernails all grody
I troweled a happy beat
to chorus nematody.
with setbacks and travails
calloused knees and splinters
blackened fingernails
but then there is the heart-stop
electric, luminous
when something perfect happens
golden, numinous.