Year-Round

 YEAR-ROUND

I read somewhere that all soil 

is a single organism, a whole,

somewhere else that I should know this 

intuitively, being nothing less. 

When my knees are locked, now, 

refusing to bend themselves low 

in submission, I go outside 

to pull the clover weeds

around my pepper plants. 

When weather prevents

such outdoor endeavors, 

I make my way to the interior. 

All I'm digging at is, 

there are plenty of weeds

to keep us busy here,

and many forms of prayer.