Digging in the garden,
\ntrenching and scooping,
\nI prepared the earth,
\nsoftening edges in my angular life,
\nsoothing the blanket of trembling sleep.
\nAnd there,
\nas my mind wandered,
\nas it drifted between bluffs
\nand wells,
\na bright silver moon glittered on the dirt.
\nAs if placed there by a wand,
\nmaterializing out of the silver
\nin the sky.<\/p>\n
A coin,
\nuntouched.
\nA dime with Mercury\u2019s head.
\nAn eye that took the darkness
\nout of mine.
\nYesterday my peasant soul
\nhad asked for a coin,
\na talisman to cheer my gloom,
\nsomething to acknowledge my prayers,
\nmy vulnerable spirit.
\nAnd this day too,
\nI searched the ground
\ngoing to the grocery,
\na little charm I said to myself.
\nSomething to soften the hardness
\nof our logic and causal obsessions,
\nsaying,
\nmagic is behind it all.<\/p>\n
God exists,
\nflowers think,
\nand people are butterflies
\nwith invisible wings.
\nThen this smiling star.
\nThis light from the soil,
\na coin,
\nthe earth telling me not only tulips
\nbut wishes,
\ngrow in the heart and become true.
\nA coin in exchange for a smile from an old man,
\nboy who is faithful to his dream.
\nPut me on your table
\nand remember how bright I am,
\nyour home is my happiness.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Digging in the garden, trenching and scooping, I prepared the earth, softening edges in my angular life, soothing the blanket of trembling sleep. And there,…<\/p>\n