Hello Dear Earth

Here I am – melancholy, weary, my back and neck sore.
Earth – our huge poppy is splitting its bud, revealing a slash of blood-red. The dogs are fighting over my affection.
Leaning in, I see all the violence stirred into your beautiful soup.
Listing gratitude – dappled clouds. Calm-again dogs. Quiet, embroidered with wood pigeon coos. A breathing space.
Offering my steady witnessing of the things I don’t want to see.