feeling earth

dust between my fingers flitters away in breeze i barely register

sand between my toes tenders memories of childhood joy

garden earth between my palms enriches past and future

for garden dirt that supplied our table promises to feed our family's souls

drizzle shower

gentle drops, arriving individually

one-by-one, welcome

dot-dot-dotting the windshield

until my car picked up speed

down our steep Ihrig Road

splats now, group onslaught

across the width of the window

warranting wipers turned on

at least on delay

Stringtown Road asphalt blackened

nursery plants perking

maple leaves less dusty

soil between vast rows richer brown

mama osprey straddling her chicks

in the nest to feed them

as though providing shelter

as well as sustenance