I’m on my knees in the weeds pawing earth

looking for my squash among prolific opportunist grasses
and broad-leafed virtuosos-at-finding-sustenance
in the garden of a part-time farmer—
finding advantage in his jammed schedule,
in life’s necessary distractions and precious
irrelevancies, his asamprajanya

On knees I sweat under an indifferent sun
to undo the effects of looking the other way
while rooted intruders ensconced themselves
in a life of ease throttling zucchini
under the erratic care of a life-long
junkie of mysteries, dreams and peeks behind scenes,
looking for grails among wild greens
which threaten his squash’s fundamental urge to bear fruit,
who counts angels and grasps at clouds 
while many weeds take root

Jim Culleny


*Asamprajanya (Sanskrit):  inattentiveness, non-alertness