A garden growing
Green as they get
Just for me somewhere
I cultivate from afar
Sunlight and truth, I send every day
Prayers pollinating good, good soil and seed
Evenings, my knees feel a joyful exhaustion
As I sleep, a Dream, rooted, yet uncontained, leans closer
Morning dew brings proof the weeds haven’t won
Will I reap?
Will the weeping wither, then fade from memory?
Watch with me
A sunny day
On this, the fore-edge of Spring
It looks like something good happens here
In this, the place they renamed, “Something Gardens”
Although I see really only billboards and bungalows and bulldozed-over housing projects
And strangely, no gardens
But there is the color and promise upon everyone’s skin
The special sauce in people’s blood
So I become sure
I plan to see the Something Good that happens here -those “Something Gardens” that mean to grow
So I stay and I work
I sow, that someone else may reap
And I see that I, too, grow
I wish to soothe too
Since I’m just a seed planter
I’ll pretend I do
Green eyes. Green sweater.
Green legs. Green heart. What am I?
Hoping to harvest.