Where Seedlings Grow

Kachunk kachunk.
Hhhgg hhhgg.
How to express sound on paper.
The machinery of hay baling
early in the morning.
Lights of tractor play across date palms
projecting onto the wall of the meditation room.
Caught in a river of sound,
modern day farming.
Living across from it
connects us to the cycle of alfalfa.
Dormancy under leaden winter skies
spring irrigation catching sunlight
growing and purple blooms
the intoxicating smell of fresh cut hay
now this, collection from the fields.
A father of five crept out in predawn hours
to meet the crew, operate the machinery.
The life of a farmer!
Here I sit by candlelight
windows open, smell of coffee
feeling so safe, so blessed
to be connected.
Baruch Hashem!