The garden of the grounded soul

 The morning was that hot dark blue and the garden was boosting
Insects and mother were excited and energy claimed the day itself
The grass was overgrown in thick green abundant bunches
I had neither the footwear nor the clothes to cut it down

Mother the caretaker soaking up the sun and picking up the rake
the old concrete varanda covered in leaves twigs and bark in flakes
curiosity pours out of us randomly like the sporadic dandelions
The neighbors and lost children from over the fences prying

I looked for the lawnmower the sun declared it's invitation
stating it would be staying all day in the cloudless yawn
the churn of humid chunky staining grass on boot and ankle
those rows of furry clumps running up the lawn

mother's voice echoing from the balcony
calling in the young man to hydrate thankfully
As the sun and the effort pushing took a toll
The sensation of home of a grounded soul