Summer Morning in the Garden

Barefoot through wet grass. The smell of damp soil, sun on bare arms.

Teasing seedling weeds out from between the onions. Gently helping bean stems find a hold on bamboo canes.

Bees in the comfrey. Dewdrops twinkle on soft plumes of fennel.

Stems grow, day by day, inch by inch. Leaves unfold into the light.

I am back in my rightful place. The garden and I exhale and relax.