There are always worthwhile actions
that fill without killing a day’s time:
the garden beckons with beans to pick
and weeds to pull; sunlit clotheslines
anticipate breeze-dried sheets and towels.
There are always plans, choices and
meals to be made, hopefully with Love.
Oh how subtly summer endeavors
devolve from delight to drudgery
when we ignore You, Master Dancer!
Yet Your Love conducts each child heart
from rapport to rapt I-contact.
Immune from toxic word volleys
our movements create poems and peace
beyond filling to fulfilling.