A MORNING IN SUMMER
A vivid blue sky with no beginning and no end. Pleasantly warm with low humidity. Doing ordinary tasks of no importance, one at a time, in no hurry to complete. I pull weeds in a corner of the yard. The sun on my back, pouring strength into my bones, sending an energy to my hands.
tuning up
No one else about. Just squirrels and chipmunks on private business. We ignore each other and complete our tasks.
mid-day—my shadow mincing along
beside me
Bottle Rockets, July 2006
