Sometimes it's just nice to be predictable,

let the surprising light into your shed

grab those inherited and dusty implements,

try to take nature by surprise,

ending up taking yourself seriously. 

It's always hard these days, penetration

of virgin soil, as old as the hills.

Thank God for the thrust of intent

at least, how the tines go in,

the back today holds up, sun playing

eye tricks in the shadows. 

Then of course she calls out when you

were thinking of a drink, knowing the 

hard act you have chosen.

For now and for a manageable result

you can be glad, as you take a swing

at life with those inherited and dusty implements,

as challenging as pets, no regrets. .