Working

I was shoveling dirt

and hauling logs

and dragging brush,

and my legs were scratched

and my shoes were full of

rotted log dust,

and as I was pushing

the empty wheelbarrow

back into the back yard,

over the dandelions 

and forest ground cover,

back between the chest-high bracken ferns,

the air spoke to me,

its sweet warmth full of spring scent

with just enough breeze to cool my face.

It embraced me from outside

and filled me up within

so my limbs felt present and comforted,

and it said to me,

“This is exactly where you want to be,

this is exactly what you want to be doing.”

I had to agree.

©Wendy Mulhern

May 12, 2013