Mowing the Lawn

Whose house is this?
Why am i mowing at 9 a.m.
when the grass is dew-heavy?
Where am i now?

Doesn't matter.
i love the concentric circles
i draw in the grass
how they disappear
into the center

the work i do is concrete
it has a beginning & an end

i love:
      pretending this is walking prayer
     watching Dixie being a good dog
     watching Donna bend over to pull weeds
     the clear open sky

i love the moist green grass
smelling of summer's end

i guess i'm just in love
with the world this morning

i've walked the circle
now i go on pilgrimage
to honor St. Oakerhater
to remind myself all land is holy

holy the land
holy the sky
holy the grass
holy the dirt
holy the firm
holy the soft

i go
to remind myself
i dance in beauty