4.30

First dig in the Spring soil

the weeds already deep and clinging.

The hoe rips and claws beneath

like a therapist at the mental

toil. Uncovering, rooting out

and up, until fresh earth awaits

ready for the new growth.

Soul work and soil work

make the same trajectory.

United in their descant of

wooing the rich loam of life

they call out the newness of

old things