Baggage

 

grass and weeds ripped up

dirt, sand, and well composted kitchen scraps

spaded,

a miniscule one hundred twenty square feet

of future kale, mustard, and chard

worm-less, anole-full, black and gray

trying uselessly to allocate finite energy

to turn the earth left-handed

pour sweat, haul in breaths

lean against a half-way point

consider stopping

stop not

stop watch

waiting, anticipating leveling rain

organic nutrients, grains, greens,

hot shower, cold tea

another afternoon on life’s downslope

added to a neatly tied bundle, bundle

added to one of many mental attic steamer trunks

with already faded, unreadable labels

[RK, 8/15/2020]