Some days you think you've found
a center here, the middle of everything
loving and true, especially if you look up
into the sky, wondering what
next. Such an honest place,
a land like no other if only you
keep working, keep weeding, keep
an eye on the weather. What
next? Reseeding? A second planting?
Spinach and kale? Keep your heart open,
an ear to the ground. Listen. If you
sense your own self growing, rejoice.