three hawks
swinging, creeking barn doors
endless dirt beneath my finger nails
and in my hair
i bent down and felt it between my toes
and in my back

dropping seeds one inch, one inch, one inch
while a beautiful black-haired babe looked curiously on
at the wet dogs tracking down trouble,
two kids moving mud mountains,
those tending kale and collards,
the crisp sky clearer than water,
the laughter bubbling up,

reverberating between the trees...

finally we sat down
sunburned and tongue tied
lapping up plates of lunch

i was so satisfied
so full
so mind emptied
so thankful
for all the help
both human and divine

late at night i fell into a feverish sleep
curled up
finished
blissed