A Landscaper's Morning Poem

AND THEN I WEAR THE EARTH

by Britton Shepard

 

in the morning before it is light

i layer onto my legs these heavy dungarees

and onto my arms and trunk these old wool sweaters

that know my name

 

that i may have no separation

between the things i do

and my own body

 

i wear my dungarees

and then i wear the earth

 

into the fibers go

the mixing molecules of

pulver and pollen and petrichor

and from within

vapor and humor and pheromones

 

my body clad in callous and fleece

climbs in the hedgerow

kneels beside the rough skin of garry oak

inhales the perfume of

the living soil beneath the meadow