we could build a garden.
you plant the seeds,
i’ll sprinkle bits of water.
together we’ll pull weeds,
we’ll break our backs
under hot summer sun.
we’ll stomp through rainshowers
to check on our sprouts.
we’ll set up bean trees
and underground hoses.

beauty will burst at harvest.
leaves will take over soil.
juicy vegetables will glisten
and drip down our chins,
and we can stand back
admiring our toil,
so proud that we took the time
to listen, work, wait,
to see what could come from the earth,
from each other’s souls.