To all beings everywhere
Alive, we pull handfuls of grasses out of the flowerbeds, to accentuate the bloom of the hellebores, lavender, salvia and rockrose. Geese fly over. We uncover the deep blue lithodora. As much as possible we avoid pulling out the wild poppies that grow where they please. I bring armloads of the saturated grasses to the compost pile. Krishna blue clouds darken and build above the lush hills. Inside the house, a pilot chart on the tablecloth, and cold cup of tea. 20 degrees South by 175 degrees West. Rain falls, joining above to below.