It was my knees that began to ache
from bending over, my hands that
occasionally encountered some
stinging or biting insect of one
kind or another, my muscles
that would cramp my
fingers and hands
from relentless
weeding and
digging.Yet,
taking
notice of
this process
made me more
aware of my own
tendency to desire
the convenience of giving
up when things became difficult
and seeking a shortcut in the process.