Forking In
I bend and pull
and having cleared
a small area
begin to turn the soil
when, but a short
way into the digging,
the need to stand,
to draw
a deep breath.
And on I go;
something calls
to be planted, to grow.
I see beans and lettuce
(and I must check
on that. Are they
companion plants?
I’ve forgotten).
But not for a day
or two, the planting
and sowing of seeds.
The soil is soggy.
Lime
will sweeten it.
And then too I add
more fertilizers. Quietly
pleased with today’s toil.
I’ll fork in the sweetners
after breakfast on the morrow.
I wheel the barrow away,
under the cherry tree
shedding her petals
smiling tender leaf buds
into a vivid season;
tuck tools into the shed
and as I step indoors
for my evening meal
a gentle rain shower
followed by
the deluge of dreams
and is the minds’
nightly forking in
of a day’s hard work.
Benita H. Kape © 4.10.2017
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