Lately I am gardening
what I can of my days
like my life depends on it:
pruning mostly,
and weeding,
or tending or
whatever you want to call that process whereby you remove a bit
in order to let some other bits live more fully,
where you constrain yourself in some ordinary way
so you can feel your skin rub against something,
your muscles strain against something, to let you know
right where you are, right when this is happening,
your sense of place in a world where anything
is possible, where anything is possible and
where our wildness revels in knowing what it is not.
— LB