wednesday morning after night rain,out in the dirt road – spade in handtrying to redirect the run-offto rain channels and contour pondsthat will fill overflow, soak to the rootsbefore, steep hill forest,it will make its way to the small river, deep valley,that rushes and roarspulling dead wood and tangle in its flow,to join the wide…
it is a tall orderto write all that is wrongwhen the sun riseson a world that is perfect this morning, a delicious stillnessafter the nights storming rain,cold and blue the sky aches clearwhile i walk the gardencheck on goats and gates,no trees down, contour ponds fulland rain canals running clearafter yesterday’s blustery cleanupin hopeful anticipation.…