It was beautiful out,
blue skied with the sun shining,
on the day we did the planting.
It was the 13th too.
Not Friday, but a Monday,
surely a good omen.
Omens are important at times like these.
So is the rock I have been carrying in my left pocket,
near to my middle and all the important parts.
It’s the loveliest shade of green,
like a green light of hope
guiding my way.
Two days later comes a blessed rain
watering all that has been planted.
The rain makes everything
look and taste greener.