Field of the Mind

Field of the Mind 
Thorns grow in the field of the mind; clear them and there's no finer place. 
—Su Tung-p’o  

That field grows memory, 
hope, misunderstanding
and so much more
stories upon stories
First pass, weed underbrush
clear around the thorny stuff
Take a break—wipe my brow,
sip sweet tea or lemonade

Now, I put on thicker gloves
The thorny ones need
regard and love
Dig around each bush
get under the taproot
If left, next year
they’ll come back stronger