the soil is turned

under and over

the cycling suns to moons

fed with loving refuse

composted experience

the careful rows weeded

of unnecessary baggage

weathered accomplices

encouraging, well-timed grants of moisture

and the precise moment

of commitment

seals off

endless unrolling futures

prunes the branching

for a path

from the root

to the best fruit

pay attention, now

don't dither

while hypnotically stilled

the vine may wither

or unpinched spent blooms will

go to seed