summer morning walk
the hum of condenser fans
joins choir of bird songs
more than ever the feeling
that everything belongs
summer morning walk
the hum of condenser fans
joins choir of bird songs
more than ever the feeling
that everything belongs
tasting symphony
of water, soil, and sunshine
fresh plucked tomatoes
enjoying the fruit
while the vine dries and withers
doesn’t seem quite right
life and death are one
to accept the certainty
is to live fully
can it really be
the pulse beating in my arm
the breath that I take
just like that we fall
back into the daily grind
of being hired hands
yet there’s freedom in knowing
our souls soar with the eagles
a fortnight of heat
the lustrous green grass turning
pale yellow ochre