Monday, February 06, 2017
Kneeling in the garden in the rain
the gradual soaking
as I'm nearly blind.
And don’t know
the birth
names of the wild-
er plants glimpsed
as in vaguer dreams,
Carlos winnows
things weekly, hence.
For some reason,
I grow impatient
to be drenched!
The air not being water
enough.
Labels: age, garden, gardening, rain, senses
