As I hold the hose up high
to soak the veggie beds from above,
I draw myself back from thought
and down into this very moment–
The dry heat making wet pools
where my arms and torso meet.
The icy drip dropping from the hose
and wandering down my side.
The water coursing, alive, through my fingers,
on its way to quench our future food.
The soft support of ground,
round beneath my feet.
And the thank you, thank you
that now spills from my lips.