I started clearing my garden
This morning, early.
But so late in the season that
The crabgrass and chickweed
Probably thought they were safe
As they spread themselves out
And made themselves comfortable.
In truth, their greens are pretty.
And those gangly stems with the tiny
White and yellow flowers ––
Garlic mustard maybe, or Euphorbia —
On another day I’d let them stay.
But today I have tomatoes to plant.
I try to be gentle as I pull them up
Shake loose the dirt in their grasp.
“Thank you” for holding the space for my
Charlie Brown tomato plants.
I found them yesterday at the nursery,
Left to wither on the sale shelf,
Away from the attention getting
Gerber daisies and Black-Eyed Susans.
In the right spot,
With the right light and water
I’m going to cultivate
With great faith
In the future—
Fully expecting miracles.