Good morning and good blessings to you,
Emerging leaves of locust flinch and dip
in the very slight breeze of this nearly still morning.
Drops of water from the sprinkler
form and drip from the lower limbs and branches,
adding to the greening of the wrinkled grass below.
Along the western edge
of what I hope will become a croquet lawn
in just a few more weeks,
a long line of stone blocks
forms a boundary
between the steep of sloping dirt
and flat yard.
We need such as this
to hold the shape of our lives,
something sure and solid,
something hard enough
to keep back the push of the earth,
to make things stay in their place
while the deeper roots are growing.