Weeding After Rain
death by the weeder’s cull
comes quickly to
the garden's interlopers
after a soaking rain
or so it seems
roots sated
no hurried delving
no desperate clinging
the soil soft
forgiving
a bit of wet left
on drooping stems and
leaves to help sort
what stays
what goes
not so different really
from how it
sometimes is for us
the big change
from the hand of god
when we least expect it
embedded so comfortably
in the world we've created
the sudden transformation
after we’ve dug deep
into the fertile plot
we call home