Watering constellations
To All the Lovers in the Midnight-to-Morning Garden — A Blessing Poem
Immersing ourselves in blades of grass, starry skies, and love
Lovers, like a thousand other lovers or peanuts in a sack
paint and illuminate shadows on the night black lines and yellow magic golden shimmer swirls
Lovers contemplate wriggling roots breaking free from hard-packed dirt watching every constellation emerge
peas, radishes and lettuce Orion and countless others skimming blades of grass
Sprinkles of morning dew sent to bless us