Alone, except the birdsong, the birdcall
the birds the birds the birds
in a flutter flutter flutter
summer, summer, summer
Watering with the warm six a.m. air suggests afternoon scorching sun.
The blue birds, fighter pilots flyby,
figure eights past the verandah
search for a home, fly to amuse me
fly then perch, fly then perch,
Yoga on the lawn,
stretch and commune, stretch and breathe, stretch to touch the blue
lay on the lawn,
stare at clouds on a conveyor,
moving moving slowly moving.
Blue painted can of rolled newspaper tied to a tree
waiting for mason bees to occupy,
wait for buzz buzz buzz
dazzling the neighbour stamen with belly flops.
Bamboo poles tripod,
as crawling pea shoots, bean shoots, cucumbers vines
as pumpkin starts, butternut starts, watermelon starts
creeping over bare soil, greening the ground, greening the poles.
Water and weed,
bend and water and weed,
scrape the weeds, scrape,
pick the weeds, toss into basket,
water the plants, pull the weeds
low back cramped, upper back sore,
but one more weed, move the sprayer,
find another weed,
move the sprayer,
oh just one more weed,
Feel the earth through gloved fingers, pull the earth from fingernails, scrub garden feet
Move the earth, create the earth, help the Creator.