
My default compulsion is to check the
computer for any sense of connection and
seeing what the distant world is finding
joyful and noteworthy
But today I broke free and strapped on
my boots, choosing to march solemnly toward
a forgotten love and the garden welcomed
me wholeheartedly as I pulled and gnawed
at the surface, massaging her tired muscles,
digging to remove the knotted masses of clay
and old roots and filling her anew with
lost plants wedged under lilies and
tucked in hidden corners
Breathe, Garden! Breathe, me!
Welcome Sun and Rain and Birdsong to
keep company with this garden. And for now,
I stay here to find my community in Soil
and Weed and Insect and tweet about my work
completed, happy with heuchera joy
and pinks pleasure and hydrangea happiness