Some days you think you've found     
a center here, the middle of everything   
loving and true, especially if you look up  
into the sky, wondering what     
next. Such an honest place,    
a land like no other if only you

keep working, keep weeding, keep     
an eye on the weather. What    
next? Reseeding? A second planting?  
Spinach and kale? Keep your heart open, 
an ear to the ground. Listen. If you  
sense your own self growing, rejoice.