Garden

A small town 

Groups of people gather to stare up into the sun

and extend their arms up to absorb the light that shines down on the earth below it 

I am one of them 

Dirt covers covers our feet and sway in the breeze that the wind creates around us 

Worms crawl below us and inch their way between our toes

And the rain pours out from the daunting grey clouds above us and 

Drips down our backs in small streaky droplets 

We smile at one another 

With our eyes closed, refreshed and in awe of what the sky can do for us

Thankful that we had been blessed with a storm as heavy as this one 

After a drought that had felt like years 

Leaving our toes in the deep, organic, humus of the earth, 

our fingers branch out in ten different directions growing rapidly, wildly 

Buds shoot out of our ears 

And plump fruits dangle from the undersides of my arms,

Ready to be plucked and eaten by hungry mouths  

And tasteless tongues