I feel the farm — in my bones

my elbow in line with carpal tunnel
remnant bits of the Mother
under my nails
fingers swollen from the day’s pulling
never catching up to mulch
the noxious green down

I feel the farm — in my heart

my soul blooms with the
over yonder peonies
catching petals
in the salad bowl to bottle the essence
no need
it is in our smiles

I feel the farm — in my parent’s parents

my silver haired mentor
blindly looks over the wall
down below
seeing her memories

an english gentle man
walks through nature’s confetti
answering the dinner bell

and this child misses being his "witch"
in the tub
leaving him flowers after a scare

and she turns
darling
with raspberry blossoms hanging
tangled from her hair

I feel the farm — I breath its life