I rip ragweed from the ground,
    dew drops from its leaves onto my arms

        never making it to parched soil
            nothing more then powder
                across my feet in tilled earth.

I kneel in the garden saluting sun and
    welcoming a new day as light moves

        over hills and fields around me
            bringing bees and butterflies and birds
                beginning their day

I stand with the push of breeze
    rustling trees nearby

        to watch clouds, and it’s like
            time slows for just a moment
                there with my toes in dirt and

my head in the sky.