Along the edges of the fields

I walk along the edges of the fields

can you see me?

Oh how I love the harlequin colors

the over-sweet scent

even: the unison, gently moved by air

I walk along the edges

I carry water

and I carry extra seeds

For if there is a dry spot where thirst is weakening

For if there is a bare spot that longs to host life

An honorable job this is:

walking round the edges of your fellow beings

watching, admiring

nurturing and seeding light

Can you see us?

We walk around you!