Such dews as this
seem to come only in the heat of summer,
that spends the night uncovered.
The cars seem to have been rained on
and the brome so soaked
that you couldn’t take a dozen steps
before your shoes are wet clear through;
even leather taking its full measure
of night air turned liquid
by the cooling.
Horses eating this grass
pass the whole morning
without turning back up toward the house
and the water trough.
There are some things
that bring us more than the one thing
it seems that we are doing:
work that refreshes and blesses
prayer that praises
more than it asks,
love that fills us
even as it is poured out
that cleanses both the sinner
and the one sinned against.