sweat is the word of the day
pulling weeds in all their abundance
clearing the road bank of poison hemlock
moving bales of hay to the garden
makes me as sodden as the air
in this season of endless showers,
it’s a salty soaking with a relief factor
of low hanging clouds
that might pour forth
at any moment
and
the knowledge that throughout
the day there is the cool pool
of recent rain water
collected in the fifty gallon tank
under the eave of the barn