Fragrance of sage and savory,
tartness of lemon balm on my tongue,
the busy buzz of honeybees seeking water
from the dripping faucet
and nectar from the blooming basil;
soft southernwood tickles my hand
as I work, pulling sourweed and redtop,
crabgrass and purslane
from between the hesitant new parsley seedlings (both curled and flat).
Green, green, in its many variations on the theme
subdues my worries; I am adrift
in a sensory ocean of herbs.