City of Wrens
(Sun Series #8)
“(truth is a frozen allomorph of time)” —from “To the Muses, in Oklahoma” by Carter Revard (1998) Such a thing to note in passing over an ice-covered pond… But, in May, this world changes too fast to be certain of many truths. Yet I do know the trimmers come before the mowing, and the sweetgrass is all headed out (in moist ground at the edge of our deck). This time, I hear the roar of weed whackers and catch them trimming by the house. Stepping out into the sunshine, I redirect them; for, truly, this is not the time for cutting sweetgrass.