Garden

Picks up earth. 
      Feels good, cold but rich, 
           in hands.

Reaches for the smooth-skinned seed. 
      Slips with a coating of nutrient-slime,
           away.

Grabs it, slow, calm, no anger, no frustration. 
      Releases the cool life within. 
           Gently, with love, puts baby to bed.

Draws oh, so good soil over seed. 
      Pats cold earth down,
           smile replacing stress-frown