A Day Under the Sky

Today my pleasure was

weeds and a shovel,

and a job that required

that I keep on working

long past my usual

sense of endurance,

past being tired,

past making choices —

at the command

of the process at hand,

focus and repetition,

into the place of

not thinking anything

I have certainly earned

the rise and fall of my breathing,

the languor of abandon,

this feeling of being stretched out

like long winter grass

pressing into the earth.

©Wendy Mulhern

June 4, 2015

photo by Edward Mulhern