Diary of a Garden: Part 1, Breaking Ground

There is work


There is play


And as shovel cuts sod, I see what's to come


Better days and tomatoes,
pumpkins and a glass half-full


Of at least 300 zucchini, acorn squash and melon
with black seeds and flesh pink
all the way to the rind


Half-full or better,
better or brimming


Brimming or buckets spilling down to the floor
and running down streets and sticking to ceilings
like the mud firmly crusted on my knees


I dream of bounty --
a bumper crop of butter


or I'd drop this shovel
and cease to dig