garden.

We arrive upon a garden, wild with abuse or abandon,

and discover in our hands, the magic of how to invite things to grow.

Our fingers dig and reach rock and root and riches.

Our arms ache with the abundance of earth.

We have come here to plant and sow and weed and grow,

to know the things we nurture,

to call each flower by its name.

How sudden and sweet to realize, it is we who are tended and grown by this garden.

Every bloom that arises, a perfect surprise.

Our own revealed colors, a mystery.