justwrite 27 august

in with the potatoes and out with the dirt hurting clumps setting aside lumps the progress measured in rows going along side by nothing because these areless straight as of late the wild flinging of metal the instruments of extraction the rainy attraction of an afternoon to swoon over daisy tea and melody the questionable sort of retort falling away more to say than to seem to mean there are colors pressed into the soil and the flowers are lining up to overflow cups too close to full already steady we go and hold each hoe in sturdy hands borrowed gloves and mistold stories there are glorious compliments and departments worth further investigation but for now the fascination is with action the kind where the mind might slip away and not be missed but the body will know and the back will bend the knees in the end with the toughest part although only the start of the bicycle train an unlikely parade the pounds and mounds of freshfound veg hedged against bets to turn corners to float over puddles and embrace the mud so must we all and our feet and the seat feels good but the sleep still wanders there are words to be heard but they have no need of this place this trace keeps off the paper this kindness blind to whistling inside and hiding dark tides even while they rise let me know tell me so I am listening the stretching of a white kitten into a raintwisted coat leans into view and it seems truly necessary to share whatever I have but this is nothing and the rushing away on the part of others is practical but bothers us and our attempts no one is thwarted sense is made change is paid and we all get to the right stops we hop and hope we tug on ropes and think about climbing minding the branches running over the chances in mind in time defined by its own parameters nothing the matter is but the bugs that bite and the mines that fight air and breathe fear we are near enough to the surface we are touching the sun in so few steps and the sky is enough for us dangling through angles in our photographs collapsing borders around the unnoticed and touching the heart of the sceneset