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…