Inside, the cool, windrower grinds,
while outside, the hot, summer mint dies,
& a wasp clings to your glass.

The outside is inside!
Watch your mind play with itself.
Which wasp do you fear?

Back & forth, busy,
You're thinking, proving, making straight
what's always been straight.

Black birds & swallows,
in windrows, hunt mice & bugs.
You are the harvest.

You are the mantra.
Counting rows & syllables,
Stills the mind.