Deep Breath

midsummer morning,

at seven twenty,

refreshing air like baby's breath,

luxurious.

the heat has yet to rise,

the gentle touch of the sun warming my back,

brings back winter’s soothing presence.

pulling out the weeds,

picking up lettuce, kale, arugula, and shiso leaves,

the dew on the vegetable leaves

rubbing against my arms,

then comes the smell

of tomato plants, basil leaves.

at this split second,

you would wish everyone

on this planet of Earth

could take this

deep breath.