An hour of digging
out along the garden fence
forcing my spade
through sandy clay
making holes deep
and wide enough to give
our precious blueberries
the space they'll need
and all this time my eyes
fixed on the dirt
until I felt
the evening chill come on
and paused a moment
to look up
and there above me
saw a hundred clouds
catching the day's last light
like waves breaking for miles
along a spindrift shore
and far out
as if in a storm
it stopped my breath
that moment while
the vision lasted
then the clouds turned grey
and I put down my spade
and headed back indoors