Fallow

Behind me there are books of poems crocheted purses, headbands, blankets I have held goddesses oy I was clover, medic, ground cover honey sweet bumble dreams fixing nitrogen for the cash crops to come listening to the rain hit the roof with a resonance that to me is the sweetest of bells the hush swish spray of tires on wet pavement the rhythm of the drops a soundscape i pull around me like a wool blanket