Potato Farmer

I want to be the opposite of breathless

Even if I can hardly catch my breath

I want to have my feet grounded solid, no nonsense

Like a potato farmer

My hands busy

Even if my concentration wanders and I pick flowers instead

I want to walk between the rows of potatoes

Humming a sturdy song, footsteps sinking into the earth

I want to be a potato farmer

And hill up my plants while I hum

Take deep breaths and walk on

I want to be the opposite of helpless

Even if I cry for help.

 

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