...for Angela.
I squint
into the sun
wipe sweat
from my forehead
leaning on my tool
of knowledge
I look back
over the wide
firm expanse
n e a t -r o w s
reminding me of battles in the dirt.
overgrown patches recalling
past neglect..
places I must revisit
....one day...
soon.
head swings forward
to view
future work
daunting
....If
I look too
l o n g
or
too far
a h e a d.
my wife approaches
I stare
at her progress
eyes meet
our love is r e c i p r o c a t e d
for the thousandth
time
varied as
the seasons
w i t h o u t w o r d s
I seek wisdom
in my
woman's
love
her moon
always full
her harvest
of advice
always fertile
she is h a l f o f m e
we till
this garden
of life
removing
stones and weeds
of discontent
killing parasites
of isolation
she smiles
across the rows
of
young growth
she hands
me
cool water
she says
baby...I am happy
I
love
our garden
of understanding
yes love...I state
we are blessed
in this
bounty of life
then
silence for awhile...as the breeze accents our thoughts
finally
I raise my tool and say...
got work to do
before the
sun sinks
maybe....
we'll get some
rain
tomorrow
she says
yeah baby....
maybe.
On A Continuous Journey
GYPSYMAN
I squint
into the sun
wipe sweat
from my forehead
leaning on my tool
of knowledge
I look back
over the wide
firm expanse
n e a t -r o w s
reminding me of battles in the dirt.
overgrown patches recalling
past neglect..
places I must revisit
....one day...
soon.
head swings forward
to view
future work
daunting
....If
I look too
l o n g
or
too far
a h e a d.
my wife approaches
I stare
at her progress
eyes meet
our love is r e c i p r o c a t e d
for the thousandth
time
varied as
the seasons
w i t h o u t w o r d s
I seek wisdom
in my
woman's
love
her moon
always full
her harvest
of advice
always fertile
she is h a l f o f m e
we till
this garden
of life
removing
stones and weeds
of discontent
killing parasites
of isolation
she smiles
across the rows
of
young growth
she hands
me
cool water
she says
baby...I am happy
I
love
our garden
of understanding
yes love...I state
we are blessed
in this
bounty of life
then
silence for awhile...as the breeze accents our thoughts
finally
I raise my tool and say...
got work to do
before the
sun sinks
maybe....
we'll get some
rain
tomorrow
she says
yeah baby....
maybe.
On A Continuous Journey
GYPSYMAN
much
