My name
A name I always thought dull
And inaccurate
Means farmer.
And funny,
Now
How close it sits on my skin,

I suppose I have toiled
Have pushed fingers into earth
Felt the Mother humming
And I hummed back,
Clenched the roots of the world
Into fists and took from them strength
To rise,
Again
And again

And I suppose I have nourished
Been both soil and the crop
And the blood and sweat that birthed it
I have always been growing ,
Something
Someone
I’ve been spinning sunlight
Like thread on a loom
Have always reaped gold ,
I, planter of bountiful harvest
Sower of sweetened fruit
It is always, Me
To nurture

And look ,
How green the fields are
How well the name fits.