Cheryl Byler Keeler
Three Days of Digging
on the resilient ground
trying to befriend the soil
we must become.
--Linda Pastan, Espaliered Pear Trees
Three days of digging in the dirt I must
become. Kneeling on, bending over,
bowing to the lively soil.
My fingernails teem with bacteria,
endorphin peace of the gardener.
I move slowly and try to gather grace.
Dig lungwort, hostas, blue-eyed grass;
shovel compost, do not think.
My fingers are busy
but I keep my mind flat.
It is necessary not to figure things out.
It is necessary to dig and be dirty
to kneel and bend and bow.