Where We Planted the New Garden Bed

MARK H. W. HIEBERT

June 1, 2020

Being that the rain came in plentiful

last night and thorough into morning,

I didn’t anticipate how difficult turning

soil would be on a Sunday morning.

It was. The stone-hard dirt thwarting

shovels and the full weight of this heavy

man balancing with some assistance

the standard blade against the earth,

seventeen holes difficultly dug yielded

little openings for the given effort,

what serves as a prayer for new days

taking root (blooming as the hearty 

will year to year, growing more lively). 

We’ll give them more water tonight, 

new plants in old dirt, and let it be

enough, with the care we can still give. 

Making his home in San Antonio, MARK H. W. HIEBERT works in multiple mediums to find a few threads of meaning. He took his MFA in creative writing from Old Dominion University in Norfolk, Virginia in 1998. Among other places, he can be found online at hiebertphotography.com and meadowoodisaband.com

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