Midsummer day heart-beat

Midsummer day

late July midsummer day and blistering heat

can you feel it on your skin...smell it?

Close your eyes...can you smell it, feel it again?

I stay on this patch of land today

I won't go anywhere else today

I will keep a toe in this ever-flowing everywhere stream though

and a nostril-pore-auricle-retina-tongue-antenna

There is smooth meadow-sweet lemonade

fresh eggs and some lettuce, fat zucchini and first tomatoes

Got to check the sheep far out there

harvest the last black-currant and gooseberries

revitalize the chicken-run versus fox-energy

mid-day I have to turn the nearly crunchy hay

this is all about intimacy in a way

And I might cut up the fallen cherry-tree

taken and broken by last weeks thunder-storm

bless you

not even half a month ago I picked your wonderful fruit

high up on a ladder and below on the first step:

a 20-months-old cherry-mouth toddler

calling my name that he first ever spoke a day before

Marco-Marco-Marco-Marco

Oh what might rise from your sweet cherry-mouth once?

May your life be blessed too

I put a flower-offering on the broken tree-stump

Ahh...where to go-where to go....

in the evening I will rake the hay into soft ambrosial rows

and there will be cold Elder-flavored beer

I will water the thirsty vegetables

and it will still be about intimacy in a way

And it will always be about embracing in a way

with toe-auricle-pore-tongue-retina-antennas-and-heart

and if these dark summer-clouds tower

I will wait for Petrichor....

...the scent of rain falling on warm dry Earth...

and for that distinct moment of silence

deep deep in the night

when the crickets...oh these crickets

all of a sudden

stop the sacred music