SIXTH WEEK FRIDAY: WEED UNBENDING, KNEES UNBENDING, STRAWBERRIES WARMING


The weed unbent in a

lash to the eye

Just as a rose petal

floated onto the back

Of my hand

while standing up from

A premature adieu

to the garden geni;

The next-ridge freight train whistled

back my screech of wist

Imagined to fill the whole garden

but funneled back down my throat

In a quail’s toe worth of correction to

“Watch where you kneel,

“Watch where you step,

“Look up when you stand.”

After cleaning up from this most instructive session of gardening, I went to lunch.

Waiting for strawberries

to warm out of the

Sun brings whiffs of burnt edges–

something unknown,

Untimed, unshared.

When the strawberries

seemed to dance out

And meet all that was

frozen in the surround.

Leaving me to contemplate, while writing this post, the differences between reactions from and to Mother Earth’s still-natural children and reactions from and to Her processed, plasticized , formularized, dishes with particles divided against themseves.  Let us just say that the small sting from the lashing weed completely healed by itself before I had left the garden.  Not so the sting from the frozen glances of other diners while waiting for my warming strawberries!  Back I go to the garden!   Blessings on all weeds and quail toes!

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4 Comments (+add yours?)

  1. Betty
    Nov 11, 2011 @ 07:26:56

    I love this one… glad there’s someone else who hears the many voices of Gaia when out in the garden – along with the paradoxes of life and living amongst the other entities (people included) in this world of ours…..

    • granbee
      Nov 15, 2011 @ 02:08:57

      So glad this was meaningful for you Betty. And thanks for that word, paradox! That truly helps me deal with some confusing “stuff” this week!

  2. bardessdmdenton
    Nov 14, 2011 @ 04:13:08

    Yes…no matter how natures burns us, dampens us, pricks us and blows us around, it never judges us.

    Too much of the world: ‘…processed, plasticized , formularized, dishes with particles divided against themselves.’ (Wonderful line!)

    I too am happier among the weeds!

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