I’m thinking of summer
my hands busy
in dirt I’d hoped to
make ready
weeks ago before
the cold rains
soaked our sleepy
beds.
Sun makes me think
sunflower, coneflower,
blanketflower and
a nice tomato or
two but I’m ahead
of myself today,
behind the curve
resurrecting
the wobbly planter,
seeding greens,
radish,
turning compost
all things that
come along
with a little effort.
Meanwhile, I
notice my mind
wanders forward
as my body slows.
Here again, ahead
of myself.
Still, behind.
Early Morning Poems 