Time on the Farm

Time on the farm is grounding.
The farmer’s wife and I dig roots
for the men
and some for ourselves.
They heal
like words we share
and our hands sifting soil.
I tell her I’m built like a warrior
as if I’m ashamed;
she says I’m the strongest woman she knows
as if I were a hero.
I smile:
she’s the kind of beauty I dream.
Here I remember who I am
and what I’m made of –
true grit.
So we sow our secrets
to replace what we harvest
and give thanks
for the roots that ground us.
For once again, we are whole.