Green watering can
As light as it is hard-engineered,
Green plastic and moulded
Wide-bottomed and spouted
to taper two gallons in constant discipline,
Precisely to the earth where it is most needed.
How many have been made to this particular design –
One thousand? One hundred million?
Their pattern is Greek or Egyptian, but this can is watering England
And dark sound to me through the filling hole,
Hosed water hisses cream, then fizz,
Builds a green depth, bulking
Mass and pulling down my hand,
Tightening the white flesh between my watch strap and my elbow.
I think: glorious, this tug of cool water in a can!
A warm wind off the Plain, the full water spouting now into
Earth smells, dust sadly
Clattering itself in local tsunamis against
Broad beans, and runners.
Potatoes. Strawberries. Gooseberries.
Say the word,
And tell me life is not wonderful.
3 thoughts on “July evening”
…I enjoyed your veg garden last weekend. Inspirational. Thinking window boxes here in nw6.
This is just making me feel guilty about neglecting my veggie patch.
Never neglect your veggie patch
On Mon, Jul 8, 2013 at 12:38 PM, STUFF HAPPENS