hot all day
temperate to arid climate with a nice sun spread over a blue sky and clouds drifting in and out
face up close into pungent bucket after bucket of effective microorganisms for the compost
compost tea, compost buckets, worm farms, fruit trees galore
all this is old stuff that i never quite understood from my dad and here it comes again
permaculture
rising from the bucket to drop my shoes off and sprint to a new pond to test the waters depth
and stop running, awestruck at the sky
rainbow stretching from where rice paddies lie with freshly planted rice babies
all the way over to the other side of the farm where dam after dam holds rich waters rich soils
all clothes off, all pretense aside, the pond is dark and muddy and deliciously warm and cold in parts
fish nibbling my limbs, sometimes with sharp teeth
drums and singing over by the kitchen with fire and delicious thai food
bananas and coconut milk
this rainbow
i saw this same rainbow over orchard hill farm almost a year ago
almost a year already since i left america
i can say
i don't miss you but i love you and i know that you know the difference
but the truth of the matter is
well, i miss you
i miss you with your smiles, laughter, unconditional love, and understanding
i miss you with all the plants, people, and friends that i know so well
i miss you with all the comfort and sweetness that is present every single place
and in every single person and plant
all the comfort and sweetness present in every rainbow molecule dreambeat drumbeat of my spirit being whole present now flesh breath blood bone fat movement patience strength grace
when you enter the forest
you enter the belly of the mother
re-enter
this shared breath gift love presence
i acknowledge this pain
i breathe into this darkness
i embrace this light
and dance with shadow
finding the myriad rainbows amongst the patiently flowing pond waters curves
amongst the dancing flames transforming green bananas into dinner
