Seems revealed

the sun flower dropped while I was away. loss of a day’s growth. how this would all be taken over quickly left unattended. not quite that natural self regulates. there can be no nature now, after all this.

sounds in the backyard change each summer as there is more heat. crickets constant buzzing. I worry about the rat burrow I found in the backyard. go back and forth on using poison worried the carcass will kill some hawk, or someone else’s cat. I get overwhelmed with the idea of killing and put it off until later.

this is a collaboration too, stack actions until something is visible, not a sculpture, almost permanent for a while. jump off the greenfoot bridge as a period on my project, a great splash and rush to shore.

I am not sure how I get here, the words have carried me. mindless tv until I can see the moon through the front window long after all the house plants cast shadows. I need to be mindless sometimes instead of doing or thinking. this is when different words float in.

the hose is different, the handle found a few feet away in the grass. it is not the Chickadee I have been watching. It is in the Junco. I got carried away in using a name I knew to understand every small bird. mistakes until not. this type of learning that doesn’t leave a scar or stooped back.

it is there that it happened. now under the tree the grass is gone from so much walking. the beach not far away but that day it was far to anywhere, I imagine, the edges of her eyes moved, the way she touched Jade at that moment, everything is far away now.

the tobacco plants are growing, the snap peas are done, turning rough gold. the pole beans have arrived, the zucchini leafs have lost their reach. gardening is a process of editing the space around me. many things I did not plant crowd the frame. the holly hocks grew tall but did not flower.

every year I test a different answer in the soil.