Raise High the Solar Greenhouse, Carpenter
Place your hand in the sun
like an oak length of beam,
turn your wrist until the roots
of the pulp deliver muscle
and sap to the garden roof.
Walk the property line
like a child, swaggering and sure,
marking with your toe the axis
which is as flush as equator heat.
Raise your arms overhead
like a sextant
bringing down the heavens in an arc
marking an A with your hands
and imagine what green will sprout
from that blessed plot.
--James C. McCullagh