soap skin slippery
in sunshimmer day after rain when sky
heaves itself heavy on earth with a sigh
air full of worm smell
the shiver of grass staining green
children in skipping rope wonder appear
heeling holes in the ground in a marble eyed stupor
& the mystery of mud is a tambourine tune
I wrote that thirty four years ago for my son when he was two. This morning I recited same to his two year old as we dug in the earth on earth day.
This afternoon I voted. Not Harper.
From where I squish squash splash, I think we're all doing the mud mush dance.
Digging for worms is one way to touch the earth and the sacred. As for voting ...felt more like a prayer.
Still, it was a Good Friday.