Our Family Garden in December is This

I cannot but enjoy my

Meander mind wandering river like

Waters of up-north move down south

Seeking the Gulf around

Every  bend.  H2O molecules are kin or kith to Donkey’s

“Are we there yet?” Am I goofy?

Is (?) there an H2O molecule nearby now present at hand

In the 45 gallon  barrel over there

Under the shed’s roof’s rain downspout with {perhaps}

A molecule that once circulated

Around Jesus’ body under John’s hands

 in the Jordan 2000

Years ago… if molecules of H2O remain H2O

Then why not this bit of water I shower over this garden plot like … maybe… touched the Nazarine’s head?

Mindful to remind Quincy the Cat to scoot

on out of wet's way for cats do not like to be treated to showers I mindfully think.

Just before God Almighty Maker of Everything and much more

Offers up congratulations to His fleshed spirit below

The one born to suffer while making things seem sooo

Joyful in his being “Cheers.”  And Pece incarnate in

Mind and body as he does not seem to

Calculate sweat and blood on his forehead

Drizzling  pre-Golgotha blues,

“Little Red Rooster crowing while that fisherman is snoring… still

The darkest hour cloaks the morning star.”

His garden… Eden in a parallel mindscape?...

 

I am not mindful of my mind as I spread

Cotton Meal on December’s

Garden plot of brown

Corn stalks cleared ground.

Thoughts spread too… as

I fill my scoop gourd up with a couple of cups of fertilizer

To swing my arm in broadcasting arcs

many times to cover the whole of it

Like a bridge in time and space... bridges... 

Connecting my winter’s hope for seeds

In springtime’s  growth. And

this rather warm December day

in the sunshine

I feel a honey bee and hear her

She is on my shoulder

“Ummm? Why?” She flies…

Entering their hive; others leaving.

Our family garden in December is this at precisely

Now in my mind and feet

On the ground... sort of.