Soon

Soon
The Earth calls me.
I feel the tug
in my heart.
My hands itch
to plant.
Morning glories today,
tomorrow…
To be outside,
sun, wind, rain.
I remember planting
potatoes in a downpour,
running out of my boots
that stuck in the mud,
because the Moon was in a
fertile sign and it was
the right quarter.
My heart also longs
for the woods.
I live in a small city.
My heart says,
soon…