Prayer to the New Season


Night of tools, I have need of you. The beams stand askew and the chimney is
crumbling. There is no one else to set right the leaning road.
Rise, smoke, and linger. Blanket the orchards and hide the fruit from the
whirlwinds of hungry insects. Keep the burden awhile on the trees. Let the heart not
ferment in the dust, its body growing soft. Let no pulp of abandon end the season early.
Let the land be its own savior, for I have no need of religion.
Let this speak in worship only that which can be spoken by what a simple man
does to continue.
What I have made is where I have traveled and now the house of darkness has built
me a new road. My tools open the blanket of warmth I have learned to call my body.
Daylight answers without question.

Rich Ives is the author of Tunneling to the Moon: A Psychological Gardener’s Book of Days currently being published in serial @ Silenced Press everyday in 2014 and forthcoming in paperback. Begin from the beginning, catch up, read daily. Just refer to the Burrow Guide.