A Freshly Mowed Back Lawn
This Labor Day I wake to lawn mowers.
My early morning neighbors mow their lawns
while wife drives off to two beauty salons
with proper care his tulips keep flowers.
I also need to mow my lawn today
the dandelions finally returned
here after they were violently spurned
now bravely stand about to fall away.
I put on shoes and make my way outside
to check to see if lawn mower has gas
to trim each blade and make my yard look neat.
This mowing an expression of my pride
a chance to push and pray outside of Mass
where grasshopper and ladybug compete.
This mow examination of my week
the children on vacation with their Mom
a week off work to enjoy peace and calm
a need to look behind to what I seek.
The hum of mower provides me with “Ohm”
to find a moment free of every thought
this simple moment is the one I sought
a place inside this act where mind will roam.
The backyard tells a different story
of swarming flies around my animals
and wasps who hide themselves under the mulch.
An historic battle full of glory
to pull wheelbarrow close to shuck the stalls
take time to mow the mulch to hydromulch.
Lesson learned or did I just stay busy
I like to think I’m doing what needs done
as we grow older redefine what’s fun
this effort mixed with heat makes me dizzy.
I take a break in shade to drink water
and miss the children screaming as they play
I feel I’ve lost a portion of the day,
to watch as Sons decide to chase Daughter.
To make sure bag on mower is secure
pick up unruly Kentucky Bluegrass
remember this old man’s dream is not gone.
When done one feels mysterious allure,
sights and smells upon you will trespass,
the fragrance of a freshly mowed back lawn.