garden

I can easily
dwell

in thoughts about
thinking

in theories about
life

in ideas about
how

but where I
thrive
is in the garden

in the moist
cool morning
barefoot
in my nightgown

it’s early
and neighbours still
behind closed doors
closed curtains

I am free to
commune
with the aliveness
of greenery

we call it weeds
or plants
or starts
or fruit tree blossoms

out there
I can move
with my big
energy

I can
pull things out
and plant anew
cut things back
to make room

I can
nurture blueberries
dig up potatoes
pick one or two figs

let flowers
attract
native black bees

this morning
I wake early
step outside
barefoot

it’s all quiet
all simple
all immersive

this
magnanimous
life
force
meeting my
skin

I am home